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Oh, oh, bad smell,
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Like someone hooked up with a falafel.
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-It was me. - I know.
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- Max. - Sorry.
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Subways, planes, and mosh pits, I let it ride.
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I love the smell of this fresh, dry-cleaned blouse.
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I am so excited to be out of that waitress uniform,
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and back in my chic business clothes,
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and, you know, going to my office,
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where I'll probably save the day
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using some of my Wharton magic.
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You know, I think I like you better without hope.