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Musical: Colma: The Musical
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Could we get any older? Our youth is just slipping away We’re trying real hard to act the part I’m sure that we’ll be cool someday This one looks like he still lives at home with Mom And this one took his best friend as a date to the prom And this one smells like feet And really likes to eat How could you not love this guy? [Rodel…] Could we get any older? [Get any older?] I think that we can die right now Underneath the cool façade, We’re still real odd We’re major fucking dorks and how This one looks like she needs To wear a push-up bra And this one goes to the Renaissance Faire, “Huzzah!” You got all the Buffy episodes on DVD Because you wish you looked As skinny as her Could we get any older? [I don’t think so!] You’re clinging on to your youth You act real cool like you never ditched school But everybody knows the truth You throw parties every week Just to pass the time And then everybody leaves for you To clean up the grime And then you’re stuck at home all alone Wishin’ you could find a man Could you get any lamer? I’m sorry if I’m sounding blunt But if you can’t hang With what I just sang You can shove it up your cuuuuuuuuuunt!
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