BOISSS.

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(Thinking out loud parody)
When you legs are shaped like a boar.
And the janitor sweeped your meat.
Will you mouth still remember the taste of gum? Will you still try to eat my feet?

And darling your soul was stolen by me.
And babies are falling from the sky and a bunch of bees.
I'M EATING WITHOUT A MOUTH! WE ATE GLOVES RIGHT WHERE WE ARE!
BABY WE ATE GLOVES RIGHT WHERE WE ARE!

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