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post #220
bio: elanamatic
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11/1/2005
12:05

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11.01.05

I must be wicked, for i get no rest. I was up with a coughing fit at 5 a.m.

At which time I wrote this ditty to be sung loud and offkey:

Girllll frieeeeend!
Don't be beating your fine self up over your spanky new jeans!
When your man Cliff sees your behind in those things
He surely will be pleased.

Girlll frieeeend!
How do you put up with me!
My constant ramble rambling
I think it's the insanity

Girrrl Friennnnd
When are we going dancing?
I want to party
and howlllll at the mooon

You can wear your new jeans
But your butt it might be squeezed
By a strange boy.

Girrrrrl Friend
I'll be there to the end
When your new jeans have long turned into cutoffs
I'll be there with some straight pours of smirnoffs
(Scratch that, make it Stoli's) <--- this last line is just read straight, no singing.


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