I couldn't take it any longer
Lord! I was crazed
And when the feeling came upon me
Like a tidal wave
I started swearing to my God
And on my mother's grave
That I would love you till the end of time
I swore I would love you till the end of time
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Sometimes you're the windshield, and sometimes you're the bug.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.