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Outside in and inside out you're my meat |
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Fat and forty but lordy you're my meat |
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From your feet to your head you knock me dead, you're my meat |
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I got you covered but baby, you're my meat |
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In the days of old when knights were bold |
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They were pious and modest I'm told |
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Can't you see that couldn't be me |
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I'd have to talk about your yams and your big fat hams |
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It excites me so because I know you're my meat |
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Fat and forty but lordy you're my meat |
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In the days of old when knights were bold |
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They were pious and modest I'm told |
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Can't you see that couldn't be me |
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I'd have to talk about your yams and your big fat hams |
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It excites me so because I know you're my meat |
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Fat and forty but lordy you're my meat |
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Fat and forty but lordy lordy . . . you're my meat |
