Thursday, November 6, 2025

ALL THAT

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ALL THAT

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I wash my clothes on "cool"


I have two hips


Throw in a hooray and a bag of chips


Cause I'm all that, made of stardust


Animated by magic, bankrolled by trust


That I am going to land upright


Among the righteous day and night


Cause I'm all that, I have second sight


I see what would have been a better choice


Now I know and I have a voice


I'm all that, you know it's true


Cause we're both all that with glorious auras too.

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