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I brush my teeth, I dry my hair I put on skimpy underwear And I ride To hell and back Yeah I ride Carving up the nation Or the nearest service station I ride Designer leathers grip my tits ... (drowned out by loud laughter) ... And I ride To hell and back And I ride The A3 really means a lot to me And I ride ... (track degenerates wildly!) ... What's the problem? What? It's only tits. Jen! Don't follow me Jen! Don't be afraid of my bosom Aus Songtexte Mania