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Excuse me, pretty ladies from all around the world, I've got his weird thing to show you, so if you could please tell all the boys and girls - tell your brother, your sister and your mother too, because they are apparently about to throw down, and you'll know just what to do. For starters, just wave your hands in the air in a manner indicative of a lack of care; glide right pass by the people as they stop to look and stare. Do your dance. Do your dance. Do your dance with some rapidity, Mother. Come on, baby, please, if you could, advise me, just what is the word:
As the great philospher, Melanie B. once opined, all of you sucker disk jockeys who think yourselves rather good, there has to be some Reason, and we know the reason why. Although you try to put on certain airs, and behave in a rather suave manner, you have to sometime realise that you're all acting rather foolish. If there is music available to us, we can make use of it. We don't have sufficient time for psychological romance. No romance. No romance. No romance for me, thank-you, Mother. Come on, baby, please, if you could, advise me, just what is the word:
Cheers,
The Unknown Spice Girl (with a Cameo by a pair of red, vinyl underpants)
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