In your snatch fits pleasure, broom-shaped pleasure, Deep greedy and Googling every corner.
Dead in the middle of the C-O-double M-O-N, Little did I know then that the Mandela Boys soon become Mandela Men. Tall woman, pull the pylons down And wrap them around the necks Of all the feckless men that queue to be the next.
Steepled fingers, ring la-la-la-la-leaders, Queue jumpers, rock fist paper scissors, la-la-la-lingered fluffers. In your hoof lies the heartland Where we tent for our treasure, pleasure, leisure, les yeux, it's all in your eyes. In your snatch fits pleasure, broom-shaped pleasure, Deep greedy and Googling every corner
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