You can say what you want, but I'm going after her. Paris is the next Mrs. Beezer. When she gets out, she's going to want a real man like me. I remember Linda Blair in that prison movie, with the broomstick and all that. Paris is going to be my girlfriend, and I'll treat her like a queen in my doublewide. She'll swoon to my WKDO radio. I'm in love, and only Jesus can stop love, and he ain't saying anything. I've been listenting on my scanner. Crawl across my linoleum, Paris, crawl across!
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