Boys are like slinkeys, useless, but fun to watch fall down the stairs.
Aerodynamically, the bumblebee shouldn't be able to fly, but the bumblebee doesn't know it, so it keeps flying anyway.
You cry, I cry, you laugh, I laugh, you fall off a cliff, I laugh even harder
I hear voices, and they don't like you.
You're just jealous because the voices are talking to me.
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