I want my $$ back.

flying as high as an eagle

far apart my arms are spread

like a knife of which to move the butter

i've just now let go of your finger

like a rock and a hard place, i'm in this jam

i'd say the moving around is quite like jelly

a horrible ache in and around the belly



well, it appears now i have an uncle

i'll piss on your grave, you mother fucker!

see, i never was too fond of smuckers

like a kiss on your lips

a sore on your thighs

go attach yourself another leg!

out of order: yes, it's all been broken



compact my disc and i'll play frisbee

then on and on my fire would fly

dig at your dirt just like an insect

or get into your bed just like a bug

as much as you'd break, i'd rather bust 'er

the hours are fleetin like keaton

don't refer to me as michael




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