we sit together, there's four of us,
we talk about Hillary duff,
just like kinder on the top,
of Zen garden and were stock.
time passed by and words goes out,
we sing, we clap, and strike the spot,
the beauty of green along the hut,
it's something to remember for a simple brat.
i know they're not a crap,
ooh! definitely not,
they're like death setting the trap
i do appreciate them and so our path.
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