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Stop rocking my boat. Stop shaking me like a salt shaker Because I am not salt, nor am I in salt water. Oh bother, Oh geeze, Oh man. Understand your limits, know your course Because you are crossing every line. You are not the cone to my pine. You are in my space. Placements, statements So insincere, my dear.
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Nov 4, 2010
Nov 4, 2010 at 8:10 PM UTC
Don't Rock the Boat, Baby
Stop rocking my boat. Stop shaking me like a salt shaker Because I am not salt, nor am I in salt water. Oh bother, Oh geeze, Oh man. Understand your limits, know your course Because you are crossing every line. You are not the cone to my pine. You are in my space. Placements, statements So insincere, my dear.
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Nov 4, 2010
Nov 4, 2010 at 8:10 PM UTC
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