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Electro-dance hip-hop
Lasers overhead
Jump to the rhythm
Laser in my head

Head-up radar beeping
Picking up my goal
Silken stole above
Strapless gown below

Below my beating heart
My morning egg resides
It’s cramping up my stomach
It’s stabbing at my side

Sideways thru the dancers
As I start to choke
I buy some Mentos tablets
And super-size a Coke

Coke and Mentos treatment
This I soon regret
Reactants in my stomach
Esophagus a jet

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