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You suck and suck and suck and suck and suck
And then you suck and suck and suck some more You suck and suck and suck and suck and suck And then you bang into the kitchen door. You make loud noise and scare our kitty cat Your cord gets twisted up and comes unplugged Your bags cost more than diapers for my brat Your bulky mass is heavy to be lugged. I turn you on and wow, you make me hot! I turn you off when cleaning day is o’er You didn’t really help with that wine spot; I need a better suck, but they cost more. When we suck face, we really suck, my dear! Perhaps we should make sucking our career. - - - - - Third place winner in
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