Wash My Hands Shorty

Reconciled with accuracy
 In agreement with menstruation
 Erectiled being of hits
 Simpleton, simpleton
 The horror of my clothes is standing up
 The face on this body is going far
 So be it if your character actually sucks
 My secret doesn't have the wholesome stuff
 Wash my hands shorty
 Added to the alphabet
 With a penalized blazed oven
 This is civilization
 Without a third person
 I have no knowledge of this surprise
 In a box with a skeleton take its eyes
 Believe me when I tell you that you're making me try
 But you're going to have to let me in and hear my side
 Wash my hands shorty
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 The horror of my clothes is standing up
 The face on this body is going far
 So be it if your character actually sucks
 My secret doesn't have the wholesome stuff