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Aug 2015
I did it momma, I stole the candy bar
from your bedstead, so let my brothers and sisters go,
yes, I am the youngest, and I give myself up
don't whup them no more
I eat it and proof, is in the pudding
for I found out it was ex-lax,
so whip me all you want.
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