Imagine a song crooned by a sultry luscious young woman with moony eyes and stockinged legs hanging down a stool.
Wait. The moment is here. You don't have to imagine it. You can watch yourself. Ponder the poetry of the lyrics. Ponder the heart of this young woman!
LYRICS:
Imagine it’s your birthday party
and someone brings a cake
it looks so good and you just can’t wait for a piece
time comes to cut it up
and something goes terribly wrong
20 people at the party, 10 don’t have any cake at all
5 people just have a bite
4 have tiny slices
1 greedy bastard has got the rest of the cake in a vice grip....[SNIP]
We areTHE RESISTANCE.
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