[singing]From a distance,
You look liiiike some boobs,
Even though I know you're not.
From a distance,
How could I eeeeaaaeeever choose,
A sleeping jughead tot?
From a distance,
How could I eeeeaaaeeever choose,
A sleeping jughead tot?
From a distance,
We've all had enough,
And this won't be allowed to stand.
And there is no way - no how
That you cannot seeeee!
Big frosted tracts of land.
And there is no way - no how
That you cannot seeeee!
Big frosted tracts of land.
Thanks to Gina C., who would like to remind bakers that God is watching us.
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