O evening poo you were a fighter,
but I won – now I’m kilo’s lighter,
I’m feeling light just like a bird,
now that my guts aren’t full of turd.
a fighter
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O evening poo you were a fighter,
but I won – now I’m kilo’s lighter,
I’m feeling light just like a bird,
now that my guts aren’t full of turd.