What I love about you is your perfume,
Its tragic magic sweeps me like a broom.
While I'm choked by a mist of desire,
May I inquire
What's that moldy milieu on you?
It's called the Funky Skunky, pew!
Makes me cry when I cuddle with you.
It's called the Funky Skunky, whoo!
Makes me high,
Makes me high …
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