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Police Zeniatta Mondatta

: How can you say that you're not responsible? What does it have to do with me? What is my reaction, what should it be? Confronted by this latest atrocity

: Turn on my VCR Same one I've had for years James Brown on The Tammy Show Same tape I've had for years I sit in my old car Same one I've had for years

: The general scratches his belly and thinks His pay is good but his officers stink Guerilla girl, hard and sweet A military man would love to meet

: Young teacher, the subject Of schoolgirl fantasy She wants him so badly Knows what she wants to be Inside her there's longing This girl's an open page

: Woke up in my clothes again this morning Don't know exactly where I am And I should heed my doctor's warning He does the best with me he can He claims

The general scratches his belly and thinks His pay is good but his officers stink Guerilla girl, hard and sweet A military man would love to meet The

First to fall over when the atmosphere is less than perfect Your sensibilities are shaken by the slightest defect You live you life like a canary in

How can you say that you're not responsible? What does it have to do with me? What is my reaction, what should it be? Confronted by this latest atrocity

Woke up in my clothes again this morning Don't know exactly where I am And I should heed my doctor's warning He does the best with me he can He claims