Three is a crowd,
Two is a fight,
One feels lonely,
One-point-five is just right.
If you need point five, call me please.
I know a lot of amputees.
Three is a crowd,
Two is a fight,
One feels lonely,
One-point-five is just right.
If you need point five, call me please.
I know a lot of amputees.
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