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You want to take that little whore
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And spin her on the dancing floor
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But boy before you do a single twirl
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You must impress that effervescing, self-possessing, no BS-ing
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Down syndrome girl
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Her eyes are emerald portals
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To a secret land of love
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And her smile is like the sweetest, summer flower
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Her kiss is so inviting
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And her hugs are so delighting
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And what makes them really nice
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Is that they've got a little spice
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Cause they're tighter than a vise
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That may go on for an hour
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My boy between the two of us
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We'll get you on that shorty bus
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And then you're going to take it for a whirl
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Now go impress that super-thrilling
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Wish-fulfilling, Yoohoo-spilling
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Ultra-swining, boner-bringing
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Gayly-singing, dingalinging
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Stupefying, fortifying
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As of Monday, shoelace-tying
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Stimulating, titillating, kitty cat-impersonating
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Mega-rocking, pillow-talking
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Just a little crooked walking
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Coyly-pouting, booby-sprouting
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For some reason, always shouting
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Fascinating, captivating, happiness and joy-creating
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Down syndrome girl
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