O squirty poo at cocktail night,
cream and citrus churning fight?
But while my bowels are burning bright,
my brain is flying like a kite.
cocktail night
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O squirty poo at cocktail night,
cream and citrus churning fight?
But while my bowels are burning bright,
my brain is flying like a kite.