Wckr Spgt
Wckr Spgt - Flinch Mob lyrics
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I'll clean up your inkspot. I love just the red dot. Pencil through my hand. You always go to work sick. I think you had a wood tick. The virus will not hurt you. Pencil through my hand. Looking for the right coat, laughing like a mountain goat, spending all my time with a Pencil through my hand