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Miss wears and iron dress,
And Sweet Pea bubbles,
And if I had a scythe,
I'd away at all her troubles,
Short sellers stress,
the S & P doubles,
How long he live,
Amongst her and her rubbles,

Ooh on there's a new bull to shave,
Ever they told us we could recklessly misbehave,
I've got chicken a website,
I've got from a funnel,
And time we meet, I meet you in a Shanghai tunnel,

I could be wrong everything,
But I've seen her bells and I've heard ring,
This I'm in no position to say anything,

Miss Peaches bakes a pie,
And Sweet Pea cries,
There's a million other she'd rather have,
Then one of pies,
teens want to die,
And scoundrels lies,
How long to know kind of yeast,
is making bread rise,

Whoa oh I'm as a clam,
Ever since I did the thing and forgot who I am,
The guy I used to with,
Became a whore,
And ever he got out,
He go back-back for more,

I'm not for a reprieve,
But it's quite a web we weave,
I'm not asking you to anything,

If you ask her to dance,
a 'howdy do,'
When she your acquaintance,
She turns blue,
She not want to bleed,
But she's in lead,
And she's two-step, tangle web