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Little Joanna's got big blue eyes
Coconut cream and coffee colored thighs
I could die lying in her arms
Where castles are made of sand
We start to dance
But only the music is bleating when cricke
We ran past strawberry fields and smelled the summer time,
When it gets dark I'll hold your body close to mine,
And Then we'll find some wood and hell we'll build a fire,
And then we'll find som
In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway american dream
At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines
Sprung from cages out on highway 9,
Chrome wheeled, fuel injecte
Where do bad folks go when they die
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
Go to a lake of fire and fry
see them again 'till the Fourth of July
I knew a lady who came from Duluth
Bitten b