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LUNCH IS A BATTLEFIELD
Put your hand in mine, you and I, Jews and flies it’s no surprise, Jews can't put a price on our lunch! My hunch is our lunch is so much more than a bunch of Cap’n Crunch and Jew know flies am made for Jews, Lunch, and you’re made for cheese. Kmart-ache to Kmart-ache we stand, all of us knowing lunch is a battlefield... Number onesies is funsies with friendsies 'til the endsies, no pretendsies. And Jesus will lead us, we're wrapped, tied and tangled in Jesus pieces. Together we're Mr. and Mrs., like Buttons and Kittens and Boltzens, Roseanne and Dan, all of us knowing lunch is a battlefield. |
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