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You and all your friends, yeah, they love to get naughty
Sippin' on that Henn', I know you love that Bacardi (Sonny Digital)
1942, I take you back in that 'Rari
Just then, Jon, Garfieild's owner in a blue shirt, walked into the room. Note that the background is blue like in the comics. "Argh!" Jon said, as he tore at his hair. "My life is ruined! Garfield, you shouldn't put your ♥♥♥♥ in other people's food! It's just not hygienic!"