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The daughter of a man was a mammal
She wore the mark of fire and of flame
Though they're both the same
Born onto the age of the golden
Oh that golden age of endless loss and endless gain
Now because my lips have split
All the little children they are hiding in front, in the middle, and in the
behind
And because my nose has froze
But I can keep on smelling
I could smell my little day away
I could smell my whole day away
Now because my teeth don't bite
I could take them out dancing
I could take my little teeth out and show them a real good time
Well a real good time, a good time