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Bop It

A hot hot shower after a cold cold snow Two arms holding you tightly and refusing to let you go Be the be the be to bop the bop Nuzzling with man's best friend and stirring up the trouble It is quite fun living inside your very own bubble Be the be the be to bop the bop Filter with my Brita, lean with my shoulder Let time pass you slow, as you grow older Be the be the be to bop the bop Watch the sun set, sleep when the sun rises Beat the shit out of Mr. Piñata to win the colorful prizes Be the be the be to bop the bop
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Nov 10, 2010
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