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Mister Mouse

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hmm. He went down to Missy Mousie's door Where he had often been before. He said, "Missy Mouse, are you within?" "Yes kind sir, I sit and spin." He took Missy Mouse

peepin' ya baby I'm holdin' back I'm not lettin' go 'cause a fool doesn't Have a shoulder to cry on, so, give me a kiss And you service whether you like a mister

a '64, like a '64 You know I got that bounce It's Mister-Quick-to-Pour-a-Eighth-In-a-20-Ounce Okay I'm Terminator, you niggas Minnie Mouse And I'm Young

house Be a man or a mouse Waste those who make it tough to get around If you live in a big place Many factions underground Chase down Mister Hinky Dink

me She could fuck nine guys in a row But still have a tenth for me And I'm the only one who gets to kiss them lips Unless you pay an extra fifty So mister

how It's for certain it's been 30 years being fit for hurting Now I'm a different person with nohing to overcome in the mist of burdens For certain, got

, this is monkeywrench, come in, Calling money hutch headquarters. Tell smoky grayhead the « bus stopper » is a guy. Tell « mister magden

Gun to my feet now he wants to see me dancin' I can see Mickey Mouse sitting on a Shrink's couch Tryin' to cure his hang-up 'bout screwin' little Minnie Mouse