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Chinese masseuse, comes between us talks in haikus, plastic venus. Got a headrush, in her pocket two rubbers two lubes, and a silver rocket/Hang on, hang on to your IQ, to your ID hang on, hang on to your IQ, to your ID/I'm lonely/ Every morning, my eyes will open wide I gotta get high, before I go outside. Roll another, for breakfast burning clouds around, and in my solar plexus. /Hang on, hang on to your IQ, to your ID hang on, hang on to your IQ, to your ID/ I'm lonely /Legs eleven, makes me stay up late two fat ladies on my back, and now it's 88. /I'm a fool, whose tool is small /it's so miniscule, it's no tool at all. /hang on, hang on to your IQ, to your ID hang on, hang on I'm lonely. Oh. /Placebo, Hang on yo your IQ šodien tik ļoti par mani. tik izmisīgi gudra, tik izmisīgi pievilcīga. tik izmisīgi turos pie pašas vientulības.