You should see her use a gun
She slips her nit-picking in in any way for everyone

More than an occasional hazard
You run the risk of conceiving a bastard

You should see her use a gun
She slips her nit-picking in in any way for everyone

More than an occasional hazard
You run the risk of conceiving a bastard

In remembrance of the truth
In remembrance of Aunt Ruth
In memory of the gun
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In memory of everyone

And of the warm sun
And the pain in my side

But if you ask her where she's gone
She'll spout a banter on and on
About a germ free place
About a germ free place in anywhere

Her sexual comedy from now until eternity
There is no joking, Moe, who knows what's going on
A droll spoof of a tragedy of awkward mediocrity
Performed on the plains of Serengeti

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