:42:01
# And she thinks
she's the pink of perfection
:42:07
# She's the pink of perfection
:42:10
# Made of skimmed milk and rice
:42:12
# She's a witch's confection
:42:15
# Makes your blood turn to ice
:42:17
# Like a stale Charlotte Russe
:42:21
# With the charm of a moose
:42:25
# And she thinks
she's the pink of perfection
:42:31
# Never walked there a creature
:42:35
# With features so fair
:42:38
# Like a Lillian Russell...
:42:42
# Without any hair
:42:47
# She's a princess presiding
in diaphanous gowns
:42:53
# With a face and a figure
that's the envy of clowns
:42:58
# She's a knock-kneed gazelle
:43:02
# With a voice like a bell
:43:09
# And she thinks
she's the pink of perfection #
:43:16
Gee, I can't wait to see her.
:43:39
Here, Sam. Come on, boy. Come on.
:43:43
Come on, boy. Come on. Come on, boy.
:43:49
Here, Sam. Come on, boy.
:43:58
Quiet, boy! Quiet!
You're not supposed to be in here.