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These boots are made for bacon

Ever get a tune stuck in your head and can't remember the words?

Sweatpants, hair tied, Chillin with no make-up on.

Yours, baby. This can be all yours. Just put a ring on it.

EVERYDAY IM RUSTLIN'

Under my umbrella ella ella eh eh

Lookin' like a fool with yo' cats in yo' pants!

I traversed the arid waste on an anonymous steed. The lack of precipitation was refreshing.

I dream of Jeanie She's a light brown hare

WHAT WHAT, IN THE BUTT?

Now I'm feeling so Fly Like a G-sus

I want to ride my bicycle I want to ride my biiiiiike