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Wckr Spgt: Flinch Mob lyrics

Honey, I'm with the Flinch Mob.
I'll clean up your inkspot.
I love just the red dot.
Pencil through my hand.
You always go to work sick.
I think you had a wood tick.
The virus will not hurt you.
Pencil through my hand.
Looking for the right coat,
Laughing like a mountain goat,
Spending all my time with a
Pencil through my hand