It's perfect. You can't refuse.
It's my gift to you.
It's your fantasy.
Fantasia, having a party is not my idea of a fantasy,
especially right now.
The party isn't the fantasy!
I know what you'd like.
It's the fantasy you once told me about.
I don't remember telling you about it.
What is it?
What's the fantasy?
Come on you slags!
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"Come on You Slags" as written by Richard James
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