A bush here, a bush there
They tussle with a rock
And in a state of deep despair
We’ll all turn to bear ox →
A Jew in office, under the table
A bill will get ahead
The slickest one will surely be able
To evade what he said →
With two numbers and three letters
Four eyes will softly build gates
They’ll belong to him in sweaters
Micro windows he’ll create →
Near a lake, the wind blows there
We will see a red bull’s tongue
Two curved arrows in the air
Two times three the bell has rung →
One hit, two hits, red gloves, black wig
One robe, one tux, wear rings, sell drugs
One rape, two rapes, one boss, he’s big
One rob, two robs, two hits, we’re done →
Two packs of sugar nightly
A distance feud brewed
So big he puffs, both sides are mighty
A desert and coast, one both sides lose →
A part of the five will make history alone
What’s bad is great, what’s black is white
One pop’s dangerous, the other’s on a throne
A jamming sound, and one smooth sight →
A valley up high, and one Irish fly
It’s all about time, from eight back to five
He found the right guy, a kiss or he’ll die
One two one on chime, back home he will drive →
From the land of one boot, there will be two
Movers of water who jump, shoot, then fly
The screen first stood still, but then it all moved
There will be much room for these two fun guys →
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