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goddamn girls from Ghana in the library

Being buddies with a guy named Bart should have better benefits.
I feel like Millhouse with nerve damage in his right arm from shooting up Isopropyl alcohol
and I'll never get my Lisa now.

She's always concerned with things that do or don't make her skin glow
while I gargle whiskey society wolf tickets.
Always says she gets it but herself,
she's way too pretty for prison or war,
and I agree.

Her eyes sparkle so we both have to squint.
Puts two ohs in booty
and I'm still just rotten as tooth decay.

Standing ovation.
Get's me hard, up and out my seat
like Miley Cyrus got ass implants and Gwen Estefani breasts.
She's so fuckin fine,
I'd still hit it from behind if I found out she had a dick.