nanjo nanjo!

nanjo nanjo
she breeths too hard upon tha stares
nanjo nanjo
at knight she sleeps upon wan chare

nanjo nanjo
feels sik & filled with bitter taste
nanjo nanjo
not day nor knite ken be bare-faced

nanjo nanjo
eets lanch inside tha kold kar
nanjo nanjo
wishes she were floating down tha saar

nanjo nanjo
eets wan vairy dried out skone
nanjo nanjo
chews up mine eer while on tha fone

nanjo nanjo
soon you will see wan helthier date
nanjo nanjo
i hope too soon you will feel grate

lave, buttoon
(in his finest tropical holidate t-shirt)


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