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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I hear a lot of rumbles, I suppose it could be true
All about wind and what it can do to you
Highest risk of ripping one out, the risk of getting hurt
And still I have so much to burn
I know 'cause I let one out all the time
I know that real wind is quite a price
And
A good fart these days hurt my behind
brown clouds, the lasting kind
A good fart these days hurts my behind
So please be gentle with this arse of mine
My flatulence may be high, I blame it on baked beans
Soon enough I'll burn a hole in my jeans
I'll face it like a farter, then boast of how I've blown
Nothing is better than beans alone
I know 'cause I learn a little every day
I know 'cause I listen when the experts say-
That
A good fart these days hurts my behind
brown clouds the lasting kind
A good fart these days hurts my behind
so please be gentle with this arse of mine
Yes, I'm reflecting all my lunchtime sprouts
My ideas of stopping went and being foolish let one out
If I don't fart quickly now, I'll blow up my behind
And a good fart, these days, hurts my behind
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