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I wear the skies, I want you to park that big mad truck right in this little garage
Make it clean, make me scream, I don't pull it, make a scene
I don't cook, I don't clean, but let me tell you I got the string
Gobble me, swallow me, drip down the side of me, yeah
Jump out for you, let it get inside of me, I tell 'em where to put it