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And this one time...at band camp...
Without a trace of doubt in my mind
Big Mac, Fillet-o-Fish, Quarter Pounder, French fries...
I'm pure as the driven snow.....in New York City
Four days of the week she thinks I'm the enemy
Private eyes - they're watching you
I did NOT "shoplift the pootie"
I'm hot blooded, check it and see - got a fever of a 103°
Better living through chemistry
Gee, I'm real sorry your mom blew up, Ricky.
There once was a man from Nantucket...
In the eye of the beholder
Bustin' makes me feel good
Never wanted to write no pop songs
This house does it with <style>
How do you get from here to there, what do you do?
I shall call it "mini me"
Let's go to the movies! Let's go see the stars!
My love she throws me like a rubber ball
Hold on to yourself...for this is gonna hurt like hell...
Did anyone get the number...