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You Are Not Ashamed Of Our Luuurve, Are You, Jas?' 'look, Shut Up, People Might Hear.' 'what Do You Mean, The People Who Live In The Telephone?

I'm Not A Ice Cream, I'm A Human Being

Shut Up Jas, You Are Not Baby Jesus

I Am Going To Become A Writer For Cosmo - You Don’t Have To Make Any Sense At All. Or Maybe I’ll Be A Bloke, They Don’t Have To Make Sense Either.

Through My Curtains I Can See A Big Yellow Moon. I’m Thinking Of All The People In The World Who Will Be Looking At That Same Moon. I Wonder How Many Of Them Haven’t Got Any Eyebrows?