getting all laced up,
ribena i drank a cup,
pacing through d cold crisp air,
am still brushing my messy hair,
down the hills across the flats,
melting away the ugly fats,
miles away from my abode,
i just love the open road.
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getting all laced up,
ribena i drank a cup,
pacing through d cold crisp air,
am still brushing my messy hair,
down the hills across the flats,
melting away the ugly fats,
miles away from my abode,
i just love the open road.
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