With twin, a double chin, a shine for an A, what do you say? When you get a boatload of trouble to spend with a double and make a
Bunch
Of
Rubble
(and you got the cheeky stubble)
Man-o-man-o-maaaan.
Here he is, or isn't, pleasant, or a resident, but you gotta want it, night after night to take to flight that violin, and again the double chin, and going in circles, orange (not purples), here y'are...
You
Me
Couple of hims. Hymns? Naah...
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