you and me, we'd never make it, sam
you got an itch that i just can't scratch, i'm hotter than a chilli dog in a volcano. you know broads like me are nothing but trouble, so why don't you just let me go back to the gutter.
so long, sam, see you in the funny papers
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Tue 28 Apr 2009, 2:11,
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so long, sam, see you in the funny papers