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You can tell from the smell, she's not feeling very well,
When the end of the month comes along.
You can tell by her stance she's got cotton in her pants,
When the end of the month comes along.

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Oh, we are the girls from the Tampax Factory,
Shout your orders loud and clear, with this song,
We've got small, medium, large, super duper, fill-a-barge,
When the end of the month comes along!

You can tell by her walk that you'll sit around and talk...
You can tell by the blotch that she's got a leaky crotch...

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You can tell by her eyes there is blood between her thighs...
You can tell by her pout that her eggs are falling out...

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You can bet it ain't sweat when her underwear is wet...
You can tell by the stink that she isn't in the pink...

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You can tell from the stench that there's trouble in the trench...
You can tell from the stink that your cock will come out pink...

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You can tell by her walk that you're gonna sit and talk...
You can tell by the look that you shoulda read a book...

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You can tell by her stance that you're only gonna dance...
You can tell by the red that the best you'll get is head...

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You can tell by the pad you're not gonna be a dad...
You can tell by the sheet, that you won't be giving meat...

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You can tell by the string, that you won't be doing a thing...
You can tell by the rope, that you haven't got a hope...

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You can tell by the frown, that you won't be going down...
You can tell by the taste, that it isn't salmon paste...

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You can tell by the whinge, that she's got a sticky minge...
You can tell by the feel, that she's starting to congeal..

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