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Topic: Donald J. Trump; Jeffrey Epstein; Rape Victims
“I Want a Little Girl” by Nat King Cole

I want a little girl to love a lot
I’d give her everything that I’ve got
For a little girl who’d fall in love with me

I want a little girl she may not look
Like the kind in a picture book
But if she can cook
She’ll suit me to a T

She don’t have to wave her hair
Or dress in fancy clothes
And I wouldn’t even care
If he don’t wear silken hose

I want a little girl
To call my own
There must be someone that’s all alone
Just a little girl who’d fall in love with me

Just a little girl who’d fall in love with me

Just a little girl who’d suit me to a T

She don’t have to wave her hair
Or dress in fancy clothes
And I wouldn’t even care
If she don’t wear silken hose

I need a little girl
That’s so kind
The kind you read about but never find
Just a little girl who’d fall in love with me

Just a little girl who’d fall in love with me

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Topic: Donald J. Trump; Jeffrey Epstein; Rape Victims
“Christine Sixteen” by Kiss

She’s got me dizzy
She sees me through til the end
She’s got me in her hand
And there’s no use in pretending

Christine
Sixteen

Christine
Sixteen

She drives me crazy
I want to give her what I got
She’s hot every day and night
There is no doubt about it

Christine
Sixteen

I usually don’t say things like this to girls your age
But when I saw you coming out of school that day
That day I knew, I knew
I’ve got to have you, I’ve got to have you

She’s been around
But she’s young and clean
I’ve got to have her
Can’t live without her
Whoa no

Christine, Christine, sixteen, sixteen
Christine, yeah, yeah
So clean, Christine, sixteen, sixteen
Christine, yeah, Christine, yeah, yeah
Christine, Christine, sixteen, sixteen
Christine, yeah, Christine, yeah, yeah
Christine, Christine, sixteen, sixteen
Christine, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Christine, Christine, sixteen, sixteen
Christine, yeah, yeah, yeah
Christine, Christine, sixteen, sixteen
Christine, yeah, yeah, yeah
Christine, Christine, sixteen, sixteen, Christine, yeah, yeah
Christine, Christine, sixteen, sixteen
Christine, yeah, yeah, yeah

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Topic: Donald J. Trump; Jeffrey Epstein; Rape Victims
“Billie Jean” by Michael Jackson

She was more like a beauty queen from a movie scene
I said, “Don’t mind, but what do you mean, I am the one
Who will dance on the floor in the round?”
She said I am the one
Who will dance on the floor, in the round
She told me her name was Billie Jean
As she caused a scene
Then every head turned with eyes that dreamed of being the one
Who will dance on the floor in the round

People always told me, “Be careful of what you do
Don’t go around breaking young girls’ hearts” (hee-eeh)
And mother always told me, “Be careful of who you love
And be careful of what you do (oh-oh)
‘Cause the lie becomes the truth” (oh-oh)

Billie Jean is not my lover
She’s just a girl who claims that I am the one (oh, baby)
But the kid is not my son, hoo!
She says I am the one (oh, baby)
But the kid is not my son (hee-hee-hee, no-no-no, hee-hee-hee)
Hoo!

For forty days and for forty nights, the law was on her side
But who can stand when she’s in demand?
Her schemes and plans
‘Cause we danced on the floor in the round, hee!
So take my strong advice, just remember to always think twice
(Don’t think twice) Do think twice! (ah-hoo!)
She told my baby we’d danced till three, then she looked at me
Then showed a photo of a baby crying, his eyes were like mine (oh, no)
‘Cause we danced on the floor in the round, baby
(ooh, hee-hee-hee)

People always told me, “Be careful of what you do
And don’t go around breaking young girls’ hearts”
(don’t break no hearts!) (hee-hee)
She came and stood right by me
Then the smell of sweet perfume (ha-oh)
This happened much too soon (ha-oh, ha-ooh)
She called me to her room (ha-oh, hoo!)

Billie Jean is not my lover (hoo!)
She’s just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
No-no-no, no-no-no-no-no-no
Billie Jean is not my lover
She’s just a girl who claims that I am the one (oh baby)
But the kid is not my son (oh, no, no)
She says I am the one (oh baby)
But the kid is not my son (no, hee-hee)

Ah, hee-hee-hee
Hee! Hoo!

She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son
No-no-no, hoo! (oh)
Billie Jean is not my lover
She’s just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
No-no-no, no-no-no-no
She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son (no-no-no)
She says I am the one (You know what you did)
She says he is my son (Breaking my heart babe)
She says I am the one

Billie Jean is not my lover
Billie Jean is not my lover
Billie Jean is not my lover
Billie Jean is not my lover
Billie Jean is not my lover (Don’t call me Billie Jean)
Billie Jean is not my…

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Topic: Donald J. Trump
“Poultrygeist” by Calamari Safari from Poultrygeist: Night of the Chicken Dead

You’re sitting at home and your stomach is bubbling
No food in the fridge and your hunger is growing
Ooo ooo ooo, what to do?

You hop in your car and drive straight to get drive through
Murder with fries is described as fast food
Ooo ooo ooo, la la la la la, you better run

‘Cause this is Poultrygeist, when the blood keeps spilling
This is Poultrygeist, where there’s lots of killing
You’ll be eaten alive by zombie chickens tonight
You’re all gonna die

How would you like to be baked and broiled?
Thrown in a pan to be fried in some oil?
Ooo ooo ooo, what to do?

You swallow it down with a smile on your face.
Little did you know there’s a curse on this place
Ooo ooo ooo, la la la la la, you better run

‘Cause this is Poultrygeist, when the blood keeps spilling
This is Poultrygeist, where there’s lots of killing
You’ll be eaten alive by zombie chickens tonight
You’re all gonna die

BRIDGE (Sax Solo)
You’ll be eaten alive by zombie chickens tonight
You’re all gonna die

So think twice, about where you eat
Think twice, about eating meat
Don’t kill, little baby chickens
Be nice, and try to find a brand new solution
Zombie chicken retribution
Poultrygeist! You’re all gonna die

Poultrygeist, when the blood keeps spilling
This is Poultrygeist, where there’s lots of killing
You’ll be eaten alive by zombie chickens tonight
You’re all gonna die
You’re all gonna die
You’re all gonna die
Woooooo
You’re all gonna die

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Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Republican Party; Donald J. Trump’s Base; Mass Shootings; Mass Murderers
“Unwell” by Matchbox Twenty

All day staring at the ceiling
Making friends with shadows on my wall
All night hearing voices telling me
That I should get some sleep

Because tomorrow might be good for something

Hold on
Feeling like I’m headed for a breakdown
And I don’t know why

But I’m not crazy, I’m just a little unwell
I know right now you can’t tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you’ll see
A different side of me
I’m not crazy, I’m just a little impaired
I know right now you don’t care
But soon enough you’re gonna think of me
And how I used to be, me

I’m talking to myself in public
Dodging glances on the train
And I know, I know they’ve all been talking about me
I can hear them whisper
And it makes me think there must be something wrong with me
Out of all the hours thinking
Somehow I’ve lost my mind

But I’m not crazy, I’m just a little unwell
I know right now you can’t tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you’ll see
A different side of me
I’m not crazy, I’m just a little impaired
I know right now you don’t care
But soon enough you’re gonna think of me
And how I used to be

I’ve been talking in my sleep
Pretty soon they’ll come to get me
Yeah, they’re taking me away

But I’m not crazy, I’m just a little unwell
I know right now you can’t tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you’ll see
A different side of me
I’m not crazy, I’m just a little impaired
I know right now you don’t care
But soon enough you’re gonna think of me
And how I used to be

Hey, how I used to be
How I used to be
Well, I’m just a little unwell
How I used to be
How I used to be
I’m just a little unwell

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