You said you wanted some lemon, you said you wanted some pepperoni, you said you wanted some chicken, and I gave you a fistful of my tomatoes. You said you wanted some magic, you said you wanted some glamour, you even said you wanted some marijuana, I said I'd treated you had I given you a drama. In and out, little mamma, in and out, little mamma, in and out



Poulet sauté aux poivrons et au citrons confits façon a group of fellers found a new kind of miou-zik, and the decided to call it.... jazz taradadada

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