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Hippo
Hippo
Just like the fingers grab the gown. Nothing fed a long time, met her, feeling better now.
And all your owed is all you've found. Make it where the meat is better, make the best around.
Honey there's no one else around. Throw your weight around.
Strain, that belt breaks.
And what won't sink when the rest are bowed. Moses led a little better, brang the promised pound.
Avoid the road of least endowed. Read it on a rolling sweater, kept it like a vow.
Honey there's no one else around. Throw your weight around.
Strain, that belt breaks.
And lick a stamp for every pound. What was said a little better, say iit better now.
Get all the dogs of war you've found. Raised up by a king to get her all she craved about.
Honey, there's no one else around. Throw your weight around.
Strain, that belt breaks.
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