Rag

Rag, your face is like my uncle my uncle is a jungle a jungle is a tangle a tangle
Makes you strangle. And Rag, a rose is not a robot and whores in need of hose
Save three cents for thin ski pants. And Rag, you chose your hell a whole lot, and
Then you complain when you find your hole's too deep and too hot.



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Writer(s): Craig Wedren, Christopher Matthews, Stuart Hill, Mike Russell
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