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Thank you for being here, we are more, more than a hundred
it's the dream room full of S-icide Girls
red pianos and a light of astro king, of gay antrum
some geishas shout to McCartney: "Sing to us Say, Say, Say!"
(attention, you've heard it well
Paul McCartney has just summoned the beast
and Satan who had put his ear
has lacked time to join the party)
hey, hey I smell to vice, I am the human descontrol antenna
hey, hey, I smell to vice, today the end of the world is your room
the evil tastes me so good
Ou là là, magnificent, if we go wrong, we are right
Lamborghinis, prawns and a lot of entanglement of skin
(John Galliano confessed his nobel emotion
when discovering to two dwarf stellas
hung from a lamp and giving itself by the sack)
hey, hey I smell to vice, I am the human descontrol antenna
hey, hey, I smell to vice, an infamous org- in your room
hey, hey I smell to vice, I am the human descontrol antenna
hey, hey, the dream is over, it was a big raid on my room
the evil tastes me so good
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