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From Russia With Crabs Lyrics

Friday night is just a s**** bank in disguise:
non-profit gigolos and Trojan w****s
storks poppin' Valium to kill the remorse
Whatever happened to the shotgun weddings, knitting needles
and Austrian basements?

No love.

Love might be the skeleton key to our hearts
but it doesn't pay the corporate bills
What we lack in self-esteem we make up for in back alleys
and now our babies are
addicted to your abortion pills
Disaster, disaster! Here comes the morning after!
This hatchery is hard at work
"How did you and daddy meet, mommy?"
"Well, your father woke up in his bed and there he met me"
Can you feel it?

No love.

Have we forgotten what The Beatles once sang?
Two's company, three's a gang bang
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