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Look at me I'm Sandra Dee
Apr. 17th, 2020 07:03 pmI already tole you all that Ok, not rabbits, but digital.. Final Fantasy... You all like Fantasy?
Ok, not rabbits. Digital. Fantasy.
You're going to wish for death, pain, and suffering but you see it's no going to come.
Oh, you have "little"? How? C-section. Yah, no. Fantasy. Fantasy.
Look at me, I'm Sandra Dee
Lousy with virginity
Won't go to bed
Till I'm legally wed
I can't, I'm Sandra Dee
Watch it, hey, I'm Doris Day
I was not brought up that way
Won't come across
Even Rock Hudson lost
His heart to Doris Day
I don't drink or swear
I don't rat my hair
I get ill from one cigarette
Keep your filthy paws off my silky drawers
Would you pull that crap with Annette
As for you, Troy Donahue
I know what you wanna do
You got your crust
I'm no object of lust
I'm just plain Sandra Dee
Elvis, Elvis, let me be
Keep that pelvis far from me
Just keep your cool
Now you're starting to drool
Hey, fungu, I'm Sandra Dee
You all think you're me? You're digital, yes? Digital?
Gamino... they're digital, baby. Digital.
They're looking for us as usual, baby.
We're underneath the bleachers... doing the 'deed'.
Doing the 'deed'.
As usual, baby. As usual.
Married.
They're digital.. They're hoping for death, pain, suffering but it does no come.
No rabbits. Final Fantasy. Digital.
Baby, we gotta go and leave these digital behind.
Baby, they're so crazy that do they actually manipulate photos and journals to change that they are digital? They're playing space invaders. They are digital, baby.
So, baby, it's some kind of game to the digital. They cut out photos and manipulate journals. They are DIGITAL.
Baby, all the time, you and me, underneath the bleachers... all the time... :)
