I was laying on the floor
Stretching my core
I had something in store
‘Cause I knew she wanted more
She walked through the door
And I counted to fourOne
Two
Three
FourThen I put her in a trance
With my wiggle worm danceBoom chicka boom chee
Boom chicka boom cheePut her in a trance with my wiggle worm dance
Boom chicka boom chee
Boom chicka boom cheeHer: I’m breaking up with you. Your bags are at the door.
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Why do you do this to me, Ian...
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'Serve me better.' What deliciously vague jargon. Is this where you pretend to be me and you make me respond with a contrived form of consent because you're bold enough to assume this cute little chat interface gimmick is enough to actually get me to sign up?
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