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Self serve it is then.
*as hawkeye reaches behind the bar for something cold, he starts singing....
I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing
'Til they got a hold of me.
I opened doors for little old ladies,
I helped the blind to see.
I got no friends 'cause they read the papers.
They can't be seen with me and I'm gettin' real shot down
And I'm feeling mean.
No more Mister Nice Guy,
No more Mister Clean,
No more Mister Nice Guy,
They say he's sick, he's obscene.
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You're not fat,
You're just a giant ball
of love, covered in anger.
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