All my friends have been taken
by the good, good earth.
One by one they pass right through
to the six foot under blue milieu.
O Natasha, your face is
O so Russian and your
face is so unlucky.
All my friends have been taken
by the good, good earth.
One by one they pass right through,
revered in soil, the blue milieu.
O Natasha, your body is
covered in jokes.
O Natasha, they made you change your
name so you could be a big, big star.
Natasha wouldn't.
Natalie, she would.
I know she wouldn't.
I swear, O lordy, she wouldn't.
She didn't know how to swim.

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