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Twist, twist, twist for ice cream
Come on, dance, misdirection
You can take new nicks for blue jeans
But it's three, or it's dead
We are trapped, keep it violent
I need tape for perfection
The most bright, I'm assuming
Love the smell of your bath
Mr., you're on fire Mr.
No sir, I'm okay
Mr., you're on fire Mr.
No sir, I'm okay
Mr., you're on fire Mr.
No sir, I'm okay
Mr., you're on fire Mr.
No sir, I'm okay
Come on, dance, misdirection
You can take new nicks for blue jeans
But it's three, or it's dead
We are trapped, keep it violent
I need tape for perfection
The most bright, I'm assuming
Love the smell of your bath
Mr., you're on fire Mr.
No sir, I'm okay
Mr., you're on fire Mr.
No sir, I'm okay
Mr., you're on fire Mr.
No sir, I'm okay
Mr., you're on fire Mr.
No sir, I'm okay
Lyrics submitted by Zerovermars
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Props to whoever knows what band they covered with this.
P.S. It's 'Mr. You're On Fire Mr." Fuck that whole You Are shit.