Bidules, banjos, bidons, bidets et biches.

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Are you wearing a dead racoon on your head? (Poetry.)

The blood 's running on your blond hair. Oh.

The mouth is falling on your sweet cheek. Ah.

Uh. It drives me mad. It drives me mad.

Mh... Your lips taste so sweet, sweetie.

It bites, my tongue, It bites me.

Let this racoon at the door, sweetie.

Ah. Uh

And come between my legs, honey
I'm gonna give a party.

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