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Stinky soul, get a little lost in my own. Hey... General, need a little love in that, that hole of yours. Well, one ways, now, and Saturdays, And our kittens all wrapped in cement. From cradle to gundrops- got me running girl, as fast as I can. And is it right, Butterfly, they like you better framed and dried. Ah hied, ah-haha, ah-haha, ah-anaha, hied. An' daddy dear, if I can kill one man, a-ah, why not two? Well, nurses smile when you got iron veins- You can't stain their pretty shoes, And pom poms and cherry blondes, And their kittens still wrapped in cement. From God's saviors to gundrops- Got me running girl, as fast as I can. And is it right, Butterfly, they like you better framed and dried, Ha hied, ah-haha, ah-haha, aha laha-hied. I got a pretty, pretty garden, Pretty garden, yes, hey... Got me a pretty, pretty garden, A pretty garden, yes, hah... Got me a pretty, pretty garden, pretty garden. From Letras Mania