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Don't you just love mornings?
You came in red, you'll leave all red
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No fear of the monster
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
Have you met perfection?
I have my methods, daddy
Look at that, how nice it slides
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I need a taste to be convinced
Good thing you like sloppy seconds