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Onions, la, la, la, la, la, la
Mmm
Uh huh
I was down at the New asylum
Staring at this yellow-haired troon
Mr 'Son strikes up a conversation
With a black-haired tranime watcher
You know, he dances while his father plays guitar
She's so attractive
We all want something attractive
Man, I wish I was attractive
So come dance the science down through the morning
Onions la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Yeah
Uh huh
Yeah
Cut up, Maria!
Show me some of that Spanish gemmin'
Pass me a bottle, Mr 'Son
Don't basedquote me
Help me Cob'post anything
'Cause I want to be someone who Cob'posts
Yeah
Mr 'Son and me
Tell each other schizo tales
And we stare at the beautiful trannies
He's looking at you
Ah, no, no, he's looking at me
Smilin' in the bright jewels
Coming through in gemerald
When everybody posts you
You can never be coaley
