I like I like it like that
come here if you think you know what I need
our sister sings around
the house our Mother begs her to stop our sister keeps on and on
Mother snaps slaps our sister she keeps singing and singing slap sing
slap sing slap sing slap sing slap sing mouth dribbling red song slap
song slap takes a knife
There is no more singing.
There is no more singing.
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