Gallons Of Rubbing Alcohol Flow Through The Strip

It hurts when you have to press that dull little thing
 That you're only supposed to use once and then discard
 And where do you put it, in the garbage can, my honest friend?
 My shyness, pet her flow
 She's only been five months late
 Even though we haven't had sex for a week
 A meal a day, a meal, I say
 And my heart's made my
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 Somebody else already used the word "aurora-borealis"
 She was tied up in chains, and Sam had helped her in the freezer
 She's only five weeks late
 But I haven't had a date forever
 Ever, ever
 Forever
 Wish I had more, more opportunity
 More chances to remember some things
 So I couldn't have so much pressure on my
 On my, on my
 Ah, on my head
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 We'd have so much more diversity and so much more input
 So much more creative flow if we had someone in school, a GIT
 GIT, geeks in town
 Come on, Dave, think of one
 Girls with trouble
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 It should be GIC, geeks with Charvels
 No, GWC
 Fuck it, man
 This is a waste of time
 One more solo? Yeah
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 Yeah
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 You're personally responsible for
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 The entire strip to be washed away, cleansed
 As if gallons of rubbing alcohol flowed through the strip and were set on fire
 It didn't just singe the hair, it made it straight
 And then Perry Ellis came along with his broom and his silk
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 And he, he erected a beautiful city
 A city of stars