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Elvis never could carry a tune/ And she thought about this irony as she stared back at the moon/ She was tracing her years with her fingers on her skin/ Saying well why don't I begin again/ With turpentine and patches/ With cold, cold Campbell's from the canFollowing
Kelly: I don’t talk trash, I talk smack. They’re totally different. Trash talk is all hypothetical like, your momma’s so fat she could eat the internet. But smack talk is happening like right now. Like, you’re ugly and I know it for a fact ‘cause I got the evidence right there.
