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[align=start]Una Kissa seen in what looks like a 50s style diner wearing a vintage red dress, and suggestively motioning with various items including a, hotdog, a Milkshake, and Firing mustard and ketchup from squeezy bottles. [/align]
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Description of Dance Routine

Rather suggestive dancing with support dancers dressed as Hot Dogs, Bananas, Ketchup and Mustard Bottles and an Eggplant. Entire scene is set in 50s style diner.

Song[/align]
[align=start]I bring out the breville
Put my diet in the bin
Every time I snack, i can’t help but pour a gin,
 
Must be homesick for a good meal
The one that nobody forgets
You’ll probably still adore me
With a huge fat lardy neck
 
Can you feel the warmth, yeah
'Cause my swiss roll goes down like some sweet alcohol
See where I’m coming from, yeah
It’s the diabetes inside of me that makes it feel so numb
'Cause I’m hot like hell
Does my bum look good from there?
When you're by yourself
Am I the object of your stares 
I'm gonna lick this scone from Devon
And then I'll give it to you
Hotter than hell
Hotter than hell
 
My steaks are from heaven
We all gotta get fed
Can't let me know you’re bloated
I’ll feed you till you’re dead
I'm here to make your meal
And it’s a braise that you’ll get
You ain't gonna walk free boy
Not finished with you yet, no
 
Can you feel the warmth, yeah
'Cause my Swiss roll goes down like some sweet alcohol
See where I’m coming from, yeah
It’s the diabetes inside of me that makes it feel so numb
'Cause I’m hot like hell
Does my bum look good from there?
When you're by yourself
Am I the object of your stares 
I'm gonna lick this scone from Devon
And then I'll give it to you
Hotter than hell
Hotter than hell
 
When you go downtown and buy an eclair
You make me want to eat it right there
When you tempt with a frosty beer
We just drink it til our sights not clear
Cause you look good with the beer goggs
Baby you should give me a song 
If you take me right there
We can make it
 
'Cause I’m hot like hell
Does my bum look good from there?
When you're by yourself
Am I the object of your stares 
I'm gonna lick this scone from Devon
And then I'll give it to you
Hotter than hell
Hotter than hell
Hotter than hell
Hotter than hell
And I'll give it to you
Hotter than hell[/align]