Leon's Random Generators
Song Lyrics
Don't Mess With The Colonel Up My Cellulated Ceres
| For the colonel up my cellulated ceres touching them embraves stalwart indefatigations ! |
| Less the more my five traditionlisms keep , the less they keep . |
| When don't you wis officer dissuasive tupman ? |
| I quaver . |
| I endamnify noyful hellene . |
| Nor why didn't we chortles ? |
| Never prosingly stray ten pocosons . |
| So the colonel up my cellulated ceres and tribunary hellene inside the colonel up my cellulated ceres and midland seether and reverend facia won't enclothe umbriferous mister macula . |
| You hardly bitter canted officer clam . |
| How don't we itch abhorrently ? |
| We don't cribbage the colonel up my cellulated ceres and brittany . |
| Denise water-soaks the troublesome abutter ! |
| Enough buntlines float ? |
| Why don't you gothicize the colonel up my cellulated ceres and heartbreak's rath beads and mucronate uncharity-bilins and the colonel up my cellulated ceres and the colonel up my cellulated ceres ? |
| Pooh . |
| If you are ripped , lounge . |
| Without the glutaconic hellene reflews . |
| The more they swag , the less they inquire them ? |
| You loosen ... |
| Abutter-like lobeline-hellene wasn't thankful ! |
| Other you didn't rail . |
| We do loss little swedenborgians and the colonel up my cellulated ceres . |
| Caruncular hellene will scribe ! |
| Lest when did we propulse them ? |
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