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Preponderance - Vic Chesnutt
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Preponderance Vic Chesnutt

Preponderance - Vic Chesnutt
Preponderance
She shot me a bird
And everything blurred
She opened her mouth
And I was trounced

She likes to drink juice
Smells like a mousse
Cut the crap
You're spoiling my frappe

She's humming
So cunning
And stunning
In her mother's blue dress

She fluttered her lids
And I hit the skids
She wiggled her nose
And everything froze

She shook her head
And my innards bled
Cut the crap
You're spoiling my frappe
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