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An hour before coming
To the betin party
I had like 8 ratatouille
And now I'm here
I pour myself a Bacardi
And she was next to
I can't look back, she's close by, and I can't breathe anymore
The good thing is that I'm fart, and I'm brave, give me a quick bite
I'm already going towards her
br/>And I'm going to get to him...I need another rattan
And I'm going to get to him...To get to him
I backed away
This was going to go wrong
The words didn't come out
Chance and with 2 more ratatouilles
I would dare to speak
the suit was to serve me more
I can't even stop, But she is there, I don't I can let it go
This is no longer natural, I'm going there, My breath was like alcohol
And I'm going towards her
And I'm going to get her...I need another rattan
And I'm going to get to it...To get to it