.Uh, yeah!
Who's that calling?
2 am, it's private caller>someones mother>who's that peeking,
through my window?
I will shoot you, stuff you and,
put you on my wall of trophies
we will drink red wine and
laugh at
day that you came all
nimbly bimbly and
you buste.
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