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Apr 2014
Spiritual cleaning requires some personal flinging
That broom dances above my head
clearing out old cob webs!
OWHH OWHH OWHH
If your a born technician you put your hands to the sky
I do and I brush the **** that clouds my eyes!
As above is so below so sweep around me high and low
I do broom kung foolery
A spiritual cleansing and very true to me
CHA

and 2 songs later

That 7 step outer star spinning round
Dizzy..happy..a hurricane a of beautiful chaos here spins
The first to FILE WINS
...sweep the room clean
I mean my life..I want it clean
I am about to sweep you out
better stand firm on your feet
Cause right now I will chop you up like a piece of meat
and not ******* chicken in a can
Miss Kiss My Bliss
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Miss Kiss My Bliss  Down Stairs
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