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Flavourless You say you want me To be the flavour of the month And lick my ice cream cone. You say you are a cherry popsicle, Youthfully frozen in time to please me. I say, I don‘t need to be A tasty treat, Because I am already "I Believe You But My Tommy Gun Don't"
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Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 2:18 AM UTC
"My tongue's the only muscle on my body That works harder than my heart."
Flavourless You say you want me To be the flavour of the month And lick my ice cream cone. You say you are a cherry popsicle, Youthfully frozen in time to please me. I say, I don‘t need to be A tasty treat, Because I am already "I Believe You But My Tommy Gun Don't"
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Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 2:18 AM UTC
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