Was a girl named Revelina
She was a bit obscena
She knew what she was doin’
I think that was her ruin
Never mind her reputation
That was spreading thru the nation
Cause her soul was made of rubber
And nothing could bestain her
Retain her
She made a little metal
In a town called Desperillo
Her talent was stupendous
I hope her to befriend us
Was a guy named cherry-cola
He was kind of rock-n-rola
They’d stroll the roll-arena
Like Harold and Maudena
You should see us
She’s livin’ she’s loving but under the table
She’s got some ideas but they’re not always stable.
Now whip it…whip her good…she said whip it…I’m whipping her good
The girl was getting restless
She’d been on every guestless
She’d done all she could swallow
But that was getting hallow
The town was getting antsy
The girl was just to fancy
Her spit was hot as fire
And its consequence was dire, so dire.
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