Cuban Cigar Crisis
Cuban Cigar Crisis - Hilter Aviation Museum songtekst
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If you want me to go away I will and not come back another day if you want me to play the crook I will you won't hear what i've got to say I know you don't have a lot to dis so you pick on me for once just get this through your head I'm not about pulling my Y fronts down down for you down for her or down for me well, maybe down for me the only thing i have to go by is your constant lack of subtlety nobody smiles at me anymore ever since you told them I was such a whore now i don't want to cause no harm but you try to pull everybody in with your infectious charm and venomous feminism I can think of worse ways to sooth white suburban guilt but to me you still smell like expired milk nobody smiles at me anymore ever since you told them I was such a whore yo ching? con hitler que importa? yo ching? a hitler que importa? yo ching? a hitler que importa? yo ching? a hitler que importa? que importa? right on my sister your the victim here