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Mrs E Roosevelt never heard me shoot my gun La, la, la Mrs E Roosevelt never even knew I owned one La, la, la Somewhere betweeen the cobblestone floor and the slated wooden ceiling La, la, la Cuddling my semiautomatic - what a very fuzzy feeling La, la, la Oh, there's nothing like emptying a cartridge at the sun Uh-merica... We're born alone and then recovered by m-m-m-mothers' kisses La, la, la The mind has already forgotten what the body still misses La, la, la Somewhere between the sticky floor and the cracks in the ceiling La, la, la Cuddling my semiautomatic--what a very fuzzy feeling La, la, la Oh, there's nothing like emptying a cartridge at the sun
