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

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

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

Miss Peaches bakes a pie,
And Sweet Pea cries,
There's a million other things rather have,
Then one of pies,
Troubled teens to die,
And tell lies,
How long to what kind of yeast,
is your bread rise,

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

I'm not for a reprieve,
But quite a tangled web we weave,
I'm not you to believe anything,

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