HotDogs
I like hotdogs very much
With Mustard mixed with Ketchup
I eat Hotdogs at football games
I eat hotdogs in cabs and trains
I like my hotdogs with Onions
I like my hotdogs in warm buns
I eat Hotdogs in the street
I like hotdogs cause it's meat
I eat hotdogs from Burger vans
I eat hotdogs and drink cola cans
What I hate is when the mustard drips
But it's ok over womans tits
Eating hotdogs make you big and strong
But I'm sad when it's all gone!
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