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Tarte Tatin Man, He wears pears on his hands, And he glistens like lamb, He's Tarte Tatin Man. Tarte Tatin Man, He's originally from France, And has a cousin who's a flan, He's Tarte Tatin Man. Tarte Tatin Man, He wears a coat made of pans, And bathes in butter, not jam, He's Tarte Tatin Man. Tarte Tatin Man, I feel we finished this dance, Till we meet again, perchance, Goodbye Tarte Tatin Man.
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Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 6:56 AM UTC
Tarte Tatin Man
Tarte Tatin Man, He wears pears on his hands, And he glistens like lamb, He's Tarte Tatin Man. Tarte Tatin Man, He's originally from France, And has a cousin who's a flan, He's Tarte Tatin Man. Tarte Tatin Man, He wears a coat made of pans, And bathes in butter, not jam, He's Tarte Tatin Man. Tarte Tatin Man, I feel we finished this dance, Till we meet again, perchance, Goodbye Tarte Tatin Man.
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39/M/Leeds, England
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 6:56 AM UTC
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