Look at my hands, gigantic and strong, with fingers so long, this is their song.

My gloves are huge

The finest leather

Line with the softest in Paris are fat eyes

My big lay hands make terrorist shape My big lay hands make terrorist shape.

My big lay hands make pussies gruey.

My big lay hands will take the wheel and drive the train

to make America great again. I put the man in manicure

The publisher is clear and gold.

Laced with gold, they don't look old.

Driving you knifeer,

driving you knicker,

crushing you typeer,

Tweet, like, like, and my pith is so frightened!

My big-lit hands make terrorists shake, my big-lit hands make pusses quake.

My big-led hands will take the wheel and try the trade.

So make America great again. My big leans make terrorish shape, my big leans make pussy's crazy.

My big leans will take the wheel and chalk the train.

She'll make it back your great again.

These hands are not the hands

Of the Lord and there are me

My big head

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