Batboy's Got his Licence

Island in the Sun

"We'll never feel bad anymore"

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Hip hip. Batboy's got his license, gimme some gummy bears. Some sappy movies with April's, the theater's nearly empty, and a way down diabetic lane in a cup. The thought of raspberry-filled, powdered donuts still gives us winky shudders, ALL the dozen of them. And in the midst of just a few silences, then comes the prank call you'll never be able to get over; Chinchilla. You'll get the cut one day, and you won't think it's disgusting. My couches are your minions...bastard! The bitch is sleeping, alwaysalways. Hollister shirts are meant to be that way, stop your whining. I should whine about your too-high trousers. Gelatos that suck up your college fund, and we never tipped the waiter.
Batboy's got his license, expand the already unusual horizon.

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