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Mas não são, por isso esquece
Porque eles são tão
M-A-L-V-A-D-O-S!
Eles são malvados
Chateiam-me tanto que o meu cérebro nunca arrefece
Não me sinto muito bem
Eles são malvados
Cantem todos!
M-A-L-V-A-D-O-S!
É isso mesmo, pessoal
M-A-L-V-A-D-O-S!
É isso mesmo, eles são
Uns miúdos malvados!
Yeah!
Violets are odd
Don't use it too hard
Or you will rip it off
Violets are blue,
I’m using my hand,
But thinking of you.
Your manners seem lofty
But whenever your open your mouth
All I can hear is 'naughty'
skirts go up, pants goes down
body to body, skin to skin
when it's stiff, you put it in
it goes in dry, comes out wet
the longer it is, the stronger it gets
it comes out dripping, and it starts to sag
it's not what you think
it's a teabag