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I needz me a bitch that can play a mean mandolin and cook me some unpeeled ripe mandarinz fo dinner, and she gotta be an angel, coz im a sinner, and I dont mind if she lost her mind coz im a winner, and in the winter time fuk flowerz and sun shine, im in the lime light getting sour and bright with miss fine and a unpeeled ripe mandarin, and she playing my jam, on her mandolin, and she gotta fat ass so it match my dik, told me in confidence that her exz had match stickz in comparison to what I brang to the mattress, moltres, she said, to a bunch of matchez in the wind, and you a legend is what she whisperz when we sin

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