I'm gonna spit a little
I'm gonna drink a little
I'm gonna go down
Up, upside down
You can come here
You can go there
You should be everywhere
At once
And no where at all
I'm gonna spit a little
I'm gonna drink a little
Drink, drank, drunken
I'm gonna see
I'm gonna wee
I'm gonna ask and demand
I'm gonna be
I'm gonna waste
Without you
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