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Only For: 18 and Older, Not Easily Offended |
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Show me a Cent,
And I'll tell you where he went. Show me a Dime, And I'll tell you the time. Show me a Dollar, And I'll help you to follow. Show me a Penny, And you won't get any. Show me a Pound, And I'll lend you my hound. Show me a Franc, He helped rob the bank. Show me a Mark, He ran througn the park. Show me a Yen, 'Cause I see him now and then. Show me a Reubel, And I will tell all. 'Cause money talks, bullshit walks
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