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My puss

-this song goes out to my neighbors, which we hate because has an ugly hole.

- Tell her Marine

- we hate you and we wrote this song, for you

you suck, you suck, suck

My puss look so fantastic
Your puss smell like burnt plastic
My puss like it nice and rough
Your puss got some bad dandruff
My puss is so fine that I flaunt it
Your puss is so old that its haunted
My puss make everybody horny
Your puss look like Barney
My puss won 15 Tonys
Your puss hang down to your knees
My puss be pretty if it showed
Your puss gots its own zip code

My puss won the fifa world cup
Your puss makes me sneeze and throw up
My puss is soft like velvet
Your puss dead like Elvis

Chorus:
My peach, my clam, my poukie
Everybody wanna get their hands on my tookie
Don't wanna a rookie (NO)
Getting' all nervous
I just wanna bro (BRO) who can give me lip service

My peach, my clam, my poukie
Everybody wanna get their hands on my tookie
Don't wanna a rookie (NO)
Getting' all nervous
I just wanna bro (BRO) who can give me lip service

You suck (suck suck suck suck)

My puss is the best on the block
Your puss invaded Iraq
My puss, give a shout out
Your puss a rollin' black out
My puss go straight for the jugular
Your puss get uglier and uglier
My puss, filet mignon
Your puss, a double coupon
My puss is keeping it real
Your puss invented the wheel
My puss, angelic, got a halo
Your puss so hairy got an afro
My puss is decked out in jewels
Your puss run on fossil fuels
My puss, lesbian fantasia
Your puss need euthanasia
My puss fly first class
You puss just look like your ass
My puss will go down in history
Your puss need to rinse with Listerine

My peach, my clam, my poukie
Everybody wanna get their hands on my tookie
Don't wanna a rookie (NO)
Getting' all nervous
I just wanna bro (BRO) who can give me lip service

My peach, my clam, my poukie
Everybody wanna get their hands on my tookie
Don't wanna a rookie (NO)
Getting' all nervous
I just wanna bro (BRO) who can give me lip service

My peach, my clam, my poukie
Everybody wanna get their hands on my tookie
Don't wanna a rookie (NO)
Getting' all nervous
I just wanna bro (BRO) who can give me lip service

My peach, my clam, my poukie
Everybody wanna get their hands on my tookie
Don't wanna a rookie (NO)
Getting' all nervous
I just wanna bro (BRO) who can give me lip service

You suck (suck suck suck suck)

-Why do you have to have all this poles?
what is wrong with you?
you dont own the street,
you dont own the ho street
if you wanna own the street
why dont you move and buy your own street
im perfectly happy to move you just have to tell me
why dont you tell me
I live next door, you just have to come over and talk
(now, come over baby?????)

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We All Have The Right

Cat Noir:
Santa, you're a winner
We stand down and surrender
We fear you have defeated us
So we give you our Miraculous

But beforehand,
Here is a gift for you
'Cause on Christmas,
Even you have a right to that, too

Santa Claws (speaking):
A present? For me?

Hawk Moth (speaking):
Don't listen to him! It has to be a trap!

Cat Noir:
Rebel with a cause,
You give us so much fright
We all have the right to a present
On Christmas night

That's It (I'm Crazy)

[Verse 1: Tucker Halpern]
Oh, you're bad enough to me
Bad enough that we always have something to get over
Oh, you dress up so happy
Lookin' so fancy
I got that salted chip on my shoulder
Oh, but when the night is deep
You find me in the streets
Asking me to come over
 
[Chorus: Sophie Hawley-Weld & Tucker Halpern]
That's it, that's it, that's it
That's it, I'm crazy, that's it I'm crazy
That's it, that's it, that's it
That's it, I'm crazy
That's it, that's it, that's it
 
[Verse 2: Tucker Halpern]
Oh, but when the night is deep
You find me in the streets
Asking me to come over
That's it, I'm crazy
 
[Bridge: Sophie Hawley-Weld]
That's it, that's it, that's it, yeah, you're crazy
That's it, that's it, that's it, yeah, you're crazy
That's it, that's it, that's it, yeah, you're crazy
That's it, that's it, that's it, yeah, you're crazy
That's it, that's it, that's it, yeah, you're crazy
 
[Verse 3: Tucker Halpern]
Oh, you're bad enough to me
Bad enough that we always have something to get over
Oh, you dress up so happy
Looking so fancy, I got that salted chip on my shoulder
Oh, but when the night is deep
You find me in the streets
Asking me to come over
 
[Chorus: Sophie Hawley-Weld & Tucker Halpern]
That's it, that's it, that's it
That's it, I'm crazy
That's it, that's it, that's it
That's it, I'm crazy
That's it, that's it, that's it
That's it, I'm crazy
That's it, that's it, that's it
That's it, I'm crazy
 
[Outro: Tucker Halpern]
Oh
 

În ceasul dintâi...

Dar iezerele unul lângă altul sute,
Când râd arhipeleagurile lumii mute?
Geyserii lungi lumina descompun
Ca munţii de cristal şi alaun.
 
Iradiază sorii albi, de-odată patru,
Terasele de ape vii în amfiteatru…
Grădinile Semiramidei, lateral
Din răsărit pân’ la apus, în sus de val.
 
Azvârl orgile planetei jerbe grele
De imnuri spre spiralele de stele...
Când evantalii latescente trec domol
Ca reci comete dincolo de gol.
 
Fâşii de lumină caută gândind
Sfârşitul lumii. Rar se sting şi se aprind…
Aşa era… aşa era întâiul ceas,
De nu m-ar fi chemat pe cruce-aş fi rămas.
 

Beauty

decked out like an hour glass
ammonia and a razor blade
things were just ok until she, fell in love with cocaine
I will always love her
she's my beauty
they call her miss divine
my black beauty
she's open all the time
she's by beauty
losangeles police
my black . . . .
had it out for me
 
baby lives offa hollywood an' vine
herhead got her off her feet
she's been strungoutsince the age of nine
her head got her off the street
she's a h I v v I p she's a
I will always love her . . . .
she's my beauty
they call her miss divine
my black beauty
onhollywood an' grime
she's my . . . .
the la p d
my . . . . . .
had it out for me
they call her miss divine
wemade the headlines
now she's made itbig
lizzy flipped her lid
she got me thrown in jail
she's still up for sale
her head got her off her feet
her head got heroff the street