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January 27,
The song you sang on January 27,
Took my brain to hevan,
I slithered up my noodle soup,
The song you sang on January 27,
Took my brain to heaven,
I slithered up my noodle soup,
Dreamed and imagined of you,
How you pulled my hair,
That evil death stare,
If only I were to care,
Do you dare?
The moon O' moon in the sky,
Only asking because you are so bright,
Intelligence has your coming,
You know what to do.
I bet you do.
And as the mountin top shouted with glee,
Over the nation to another state and country,
I pledge my allegiance to you,
Never come back,
My soul is having a deep attack,
You stabbed my back and hear I am,
Sitting alone with the scam,
I feel as if my tears will never stop running,
Blood stop dripping from my scrape O' knee,
That one oll tree I never could clime,
Look me by the hasten when it tossed me a lime,
Lemons were taken and so my heart rests as it achens. and imagined of you,
How you pulled my hair,
That evil death stare,
If only I were to care,
Do you dare?
The moon O' moon in the sky,
Only asking because you are so bright,
Intelligence has your coming,
You know what to do.
I bet you do.
And as the mountin top shouted with glee,
Over the nation to another state and country,
I pledge my alligence to you,
Never come back,
My soul is having a deep attack,
You stabbed my back and hear I am,
Sitting alone with the scam,
I feel as if my tears will never stop running,
Blood stop dripping from my scrape O' knee,
That one oll tree I never could clime,
Look me by the hastle when it tossed me a lime,
Lemons were taken and so my heart rests as it achens.
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