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at the end of my Cornetto I love the way your underwire bra Always sets off that X-ray machine Comin? into land and Now I love the colour of it all Blue
could wear 'em better Never miss a letter Holding on to something Always under pressure Rank you just to file up them nails Underwire so tight no shit you
arrives late Frankie rings the bell at seven sharp Professor Underwire has entered the room Holding a rather large Franz Kline painting "Dinner is served" I
don’t all the sirens fall in troths before my poet’s eyes? they’re underneath-the-linen liars; paltry flesh and underwire why does every pretty thing
now I wanna be the bucket list you Cross off, came under fire, got my rocks off Pulled out the underwire, bound them down Became an elephant for you
car The color of her guitar Same color as her Lace and leather underwire Black Black Black She likes black Black Black She likes black Oh yeah Her
pressure a-la a brassiere's underwire Like you rotting in hell, you literally dead wrong Like a cot in a cell, I'm criminally slept on Give it to me, I
the underwire Unlock the car and give me a ride You should have time to kill I echo the sentiment What can go wrong Nothing surround our thoughts as you know
it I just wanna keep it bouncing Ain’t no underwire in it Tryna catch it it where’s it at? There is it I’m back on track Sweaty like I’m running laps
She's got a silver pen and it bends toward dedications She's got a predisposition for envy and infatuation She burned all her underwire bras
Boo I Crave That You Know That It’s True So Baby Let’s Freak It So Damn Cheeky Yes You Are You’re Looking At Me Real Naughty With That Underwire Bra
that's dumpster fire pull up with two pounds, making me tired, ratchet bitch, she underwire She is a liar, she is a buyer, look like a cop, when she smoke
waiting. If that's a crime let's commit it. There's a new crime, sexual suicide. When our underwire radio tears into their international airwaves Boredom
Underwires get tighter and tighter As his eyes get wider and wider You wouldn't like me when I'm You wouldn't like me when I'm You wouldn't like me
Watching burnt out stars In underwire bras On broken VCRs Oh when’s something going to happen? I was made for another time Not the one before But
Get your day in the sun to be young Streamers on the handlebars Soft drugs and underwire Love's a funny animal Be careful what you tell yourself
too long 'Cause the good ones have all gone So come on out to no man?s land Our lingerie is collecting dust My underwire is about to rust We're stuck
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