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I can be the man you can be the girl you taking all my clams I bringing home the pearls a bun in your oven? I'm you're breadwinner Butter up that steak I'm never late for dinner You call me Alan Thicc I call you Mrs. Seaver You give me growing pains I'll leave it to your beaver Free up my Lincoln Log I'll Frederick your Douglass I got a feral hog Kill it with your cutlass HOOK Cross my burning heart I fucking hope to die sticking my face in your fucking cherry pie