Gone with the Gumdrops

Published: Feb. 18, 2024, 9:10 p.m.

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Musique M\\xe9canique par le Th\\xe9\\xe2tre \\xc9lectrique ::

"Stairway to Heaven" by Led Zeppelin
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:: Voix AI Jun ::

\\n\\nLyrics ::
\\n\\nThere\'s a lady who chews
\\nWhen she feels the blues
\\nAnd she\'s wanting a fresh pack of Black Jack
\\nWhen she gets to the store
\\nShe notices a war
\\nMen in gray men in blue deep in battle

\\n\\nOoh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh
\\nAnd she\'s wanting a fresh pack of Black Jack
\\nThere\'s a sign on the door
\\nThe Black Jack is no more
\\n\'Cause you know, sometimes gum needs restocking
\\nIn a shop burning high
\\nThere\'s a soldier who may die
\\nThis young boy might have gum in his pocket

\\n\\nOoh, she pulls his breeches
\\n\\nOoh, she licks his peaches
\\n\\nwhoa

\\n\\nShe was looking for gum
\\nNow she\\u2019s tasting some cum
\\nAnd her craving increases for licorice
\\nAs she strolls through the streets
\\nFires burn all the treats
\\nDid the Yankees bring gum for everyone?

\\n\\nOoh, it makes her bolder

\\n\\nOoh, she\\u2019ll fuck a soldier, whoa

\\n\\n\\nAn epiphany looms
\\nIf she rents out some rooms
\\nAll the soldiers will give her their clothing
\\nWith their pockets all ripped
\\nNaked and well-equipped
\\nThen a Bluecoat may slip her some Black Jack

\\n\\nWhoa,whoa,whoa

\\n\\nIf you see an army in your garden, pull their pants down to the ground
\\nThe only gum here is Black Jack, a new invention
\\nYankees claim they get a pack a year

\\n\\nOoh, it peaks her craving

\\n\\nThis gum has dark and haunting flavor, whoa
\\nThe slaves sing praises as they savor

\\n\\nDear lady, can you hear Rhett Butler?
\\nWhen he\\u2019s chewing
\\nHis Black Jack sounds like the whispering wind

\\n\\nah, ah, ah

\\n\\nBut when you chew six slices each
\\nYou squawk like seagulls at the beach
\\nAre you a lady or a whore
\\nWho yearns for Black Jack more than smores
\\nThe city burns you\\u2019re eating cum
\\nYou vow to never lose your gum
\\nCivil war stories from your past
\\nThe break of dawn will bring more crack
\\nThe soldiers stood tall but now half mast

\\n\\nYou swallowed their gum, dreaming of Black Jack
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