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I want to kill a mouse

New cat on the block, Swift and straight in the knot, It looks yellow and is hot, Breakdancing through and through, Looking for the spot and being hopeful, Masking his eyes with glasses, Being all thoughtful, I am smoking a cigarette and walking in the bar, Oh it’s the club, haha, I came to rock… Continue reading I want to kill a mouse