00:03A noble lady doth approach
00:06With up to nose and glittering brooch
00:09She fools the god with a glamorous hand
00:12But a dick he died of stuff to match with contraband
00:17The gate protects our fate
00:21The gate will keep us safe
00:25Provided the gate isn't guarded by a moron
00:29The pheasant pole's a rusted cart
00:32The cheese he's carrying smells like pot
00:34He probably prized two nuns apart
00:36And made it from the shavings
00:38The gate protects our fate
00:42The gate will keep us safe
00:46Provided the gate isn't guarded by a moron
00:50Provided the gate isn't guarded by a moron
00:56Sorry, sorry
00:58Sorry
00:58Sorry, sorry
00:58No también
00:59No
00:59No
00:59No
00:59No
01:00No
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