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Ten Bunnies Counting Lyric Video - The Kiboomers Preschool Songs for Easter
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Cow-girl with the indians its kicking in so bad Every month the same old war but last time it went mad Thought that i would die so i called up my doctor g He said just come over ill prescribe u what u need Cow-girl riding into town on a sick and unfair horse Nature is injustice and it carries no remorse Bodies works in ugly ways dont let it keep u bound Claim your drugs and raise ur glass and ride it into town At the doctors office i sat down and he was cool Said hed give me years supply cus i looked like no fool I said thanks and walked out with prescription in my hand Years supply my ass i thought next weekend would be grand Crushing up those pills and some hot water in a glass Mix it well and set to cool while resting on my ass Filter out the good stuff trash the paracets away Pour in cup and sprite it up and make my happy day This way ill be sippin cus i like it when its slow Leaning back no worries and i let my belly show Nothin that can bother me as long as i keep pink What was pills to kick the pain is just me and my drink I be bleeding like abortion when the indians kick in But to fight their cruel attacks i be better off with gin Or whatever left of booze in fridge and ibux on the side My pinker pills prescribed__ill save for me & my bride Pain leaving the body greatest high there ever is She dont need your sympathies and she dont need ur kiss All she needs to feel ok is in our cup right here While blood flows down our legs we will raise our cups and cheer Crushing up those pills and some hot water in a glass Mix it well and set to cool while resting on her ass Filter out the good stuff trash the paracets away Pour in cup and sprite it up and make her happy day This way we ll be sippin cus we like it when its slow Leaning back no worries and we let our bellies show Nothin that can bother us as long as we keep pink What was pills to kick the pain is just us and our drink I be bleeding like abortion when the indians kick in But to fight their cruel attacks i be better off with gin Or whatever left of booze in fridge and ibux on the side My pinker pills prescribed__ill save for that codeine ride
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