just another river otter gambler like the kind you find along the avenue my eyes were bright, as you can imagine and i was just a little otter too yeah i was just a little otter too
just another river otter gambler dreaming of my favorite stew like the kind my otter mother always made me and i was just a little otter too yeah i was just a little otter too
just another river otter gambler betting all my long shots coming through dead or alive, what’s the difference and i was just a little otter too yeah i was just a little otter too
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