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Don't Rock the Boat, Baby

Stop rocking my boat. Stop shaking me like a salt shaker Because I am not salt, nor am I in salt water. Oh bother, Oh geeze, Oh man. Understand your limits, know your course Because you are crossing every line. You are not the cone to my pine. You are in my space. Placements, statements So insincere, my dear.
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