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Her name was Nanette - A student from France Who wore red blouses And **** red pants She wanted to check out The U.S. of A. So a couple with twins Hired her right away The twins had their own Ideas for fun They loved Disney World Their place in the sun They frolicked on rides, Ate hot dogs galore, Loved parades, Mickey Mouse, Fireworks, and more But Nanette's heart wasn't in it The job was no fun She had no real interest In tending to the young Nothing could cheer up This nanny from Paree She'd rather read tabloids Than watch twins under three She clearly preferred The company of guys With muscles, tattoos, And Jello shots on the side The guys were bad boys Completely entranced By the Parisian charmer And her flair for romance But the parents were upset With her profligate passion They decided to dismiss her In a daring fashion They took her to the Tower of Terror one day And left her shrieking As they ran away And that was the last time They ever caught sight Of that naughty Nanette From the City of Light
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Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 5:07 PM UTC
The Naughty Nanny
Her name was Nanette - A student from France Who wore red blouses And **** red pants She wanted to check out The U.S. of A. So a couple with twins Hired her right away The twins had their own Ideas for fun They loved Disney World Their place in the sun They frolicked on rides, Ate hot dogs galore, Loved parades, Mickey Mouse, Fireworks, and more But Nanette's heart wasn't in it The job was no fun She had no real interest In tending to the young Nothing could cheer up This nanny from Paree She'd rather read tabloids Than watch twins under three She clearly preferred The company of guys With muscles, tattoos, And Jello shots on the side The guys were bad boys Completely entranced By the Parisian charmer And her flair for romance But the parents were upset With her profligate passion They decided to dismiss her In a daring fashion They took her to the Tower of Terror one day And left her shrieking As they ran away And that was the last time They ever caught sight Of that naughty Nanette From the City of Light
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Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 5:07 PM UTC
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