One, two, three, slap my knee.
DJ is my husband to be.
Four, five, six, kick up sticks.
Gonna montrer DJ ALL my best tricks.
Seven, eight, nine, straighten my spine.
So I can see DJ lookin' so fine.
Ten, eleven, twelve, nothing rhymes with twelve.
I wanna emballage, wrap up DJ and keep. Him. ALL to MY-SELF!!
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