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There was heavy whipping cream on the floor.
She was a foot traffic free spirit.
Dancing, singing, swinging sharp swords
One after the other, all spectacles in love
smoking and drinking, all night til noon
Crossing the country. Waking up the neighbors.
She made them park their limos down the street.
Then let her hair down.
They wanna swim in the living room.
They wanna remove the front door and fly a plane through.
Call the neighbor lady.
She’s got a gumshoe.
Who can clean this whole mess up for you.
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