Devils May Care
You might knick your body
To sight pickle poor lofty
We feel sickle core heal
Thee be tickle tour meal
Don't he lick for cozy
Won't she mick more toasty
Who light chick all steal
Fool might quick call feel
Thee free bick sore sorry
Need please hick more lorey
Knew as a fickle by some
Called lame ricket try fun
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