Up in the land of make believe there's a kid named Eve who's got a disease. She laid barren with of these arrends that are running her thought process dry. She's needs to be drenched in the rie of something new. A new shade from this blackish blue. A new shoe to fit into.
Someone give this woman a SHOVE!!! Push her to squash her bugs and we will have bug soup tonight. Taste it! The paint paste taste delicately is alright. Let's not fight about it. Woman, let's just do it. Change your stars and your life. Your tired of staying here right?
Well in order to change a life you gotta take in dat bug juice. It's not gonna be easy to take it in. But see the bad things therein. You break free in order to find joy. For the ploy you gotta lose, give in.
Get lost old ways. Get lost old days. Ladies not stuffing her face of old days. The bug juice remedy. Stuff it down now. Empty the cup. The remaching, match making stuff. The strutted thing that we all snagged a piece of. We can all grow to love. We can all grow to love this remedy.
Taste it and you'll see. Try some. Try some. I dare you. Are you chicken? Just try a bit. I'll make a believer out of you yet? I'll make you believe. Throw the guts on the wall. Make a splash, it's only something really small. Throw it on the wall. You'll still know the real you after all.
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