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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