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The price of our show can't be beat,
(No matter we move like concrete)
By day we tend critters
At night our hair glitters
Without rhinestones we feel incomplete.
Barbara and Judy, Santa Cruz, CA, Oct. 2007
We got eyelashes down to our feet,
Hot tamales for trick and for treat,
We might fall on our face
Disappear with no trace
But we're lured by the heat of the beat!
Barbara and Judy, Santa Cruz, CA, Oct. 2007
Just three short minutes
Ass in, heart exposed, 1, 2, 3;
Hate the fucking box
anonymous....
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