Books, drives, hives and beer. You're never there to tell me what I want to hear. Come on, baby, how 'bout a little bit a that there Christmas cheer? Give me your blood, I'll hand you some ale. Tell me now sugar, have I gone beyond the pale? You say that I have. I say you are too. You keep what you are. I'll fix it up for you with scissors and glue
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