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Godfather Slice And A Medium Coke To Go

I never really wanted to have an agent Just one day I met this lady and she starting arranging my gigs and stuff She gave me this kelly green handkerchief and told me to wear it in my left back pocket at all times I have followed her orders religiously and now own more laser discs than all my friends combined Do you know where the Trinidadian bakery is? I'm supposed to meet the paperboy there and give him this pencil case May the black cats of January be afraid to cross your path
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Feb 1, 2013
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