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Would love to be with you and talk of all those things, of shoes and chips and wax, and cabbages and queers. And why my blood is boiling hot, and whether pigs like rings. Callooh, callay, no work that day. We'll eat cabbages and kings... oh, uhh, avocados and shrimps, and cheese and wine will be with us. That day will be warm and bright, a pleasant meal, a nice talk oh I'm so much looking forward to that sheer delight
The whale whispered in my ear: "Child in a 100 and some odd years, I'll ride someone who rocks like me, it'll make right what man made wrong to me...", then it asked the tiger "hey you, if you was me, to horsewhip men and roll as much as can be, would you pick a snake, a squid a carrot or a string?"
(Li) Now what was that? (Zi) That was a little cabbage. . .hahaha! (Li) Very little cabbage. (Zi) Just wanted the make the point that I've got cabbage. (Li) Alright--you've got what??? (Zi) Cabbage. (Li) That's cabbage? (Zi) That is cabbage. (Li) Oh . . . how nice. (Zi) Rice noodles and cabbage. (Li) "Rice noodles and cabbage!" --Hahahaha!
I keep on fallin' in and out a pumpkin in no stew, sometimes I blanch it, sometimes I eat it crude, sometimes I'm not in the mood, at times it is smoked, lovin it darlin, makes me so inspired I keep on fallin', in and out a pumpkin in no stew I never loved something the way that I'm lovin' it Oh Oh...
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