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the girl a comical lie just keep the conversation high
Tell the girl a comical lie just keep the conversation high
Tell the girl a comical lie just keep
a table sitting side by side
We can listen to the conversations
Like flies on the wall
a table sitting side by side
We can listen to the conversations
Like flies on the wall
on a scrubby dogwood tree

Like at the warm springs
Like at key club
Residuals are what get to one
Reach toxic levels with time

Even the pretty fawn is
up in the club and the music's thumpin hard
I must admit that I was slightly anxious to have my card
Pooled by a girl in a nice tight dress
The kind
Ah ha, hush that fuss
Everybody move to the back of the bus
Do you want to bump and slump with us
We the type of people make the club get crunk
Ah ha, hush that fuss
Everybody move to the back of the bus
Do you want to bump and slump with us
We the type of people make the club get crunk

Ah
Ah ha, hush that fuss
Everybody move to the back of the bus
Do you want to bump and slump with us
We the type of people make the club get crunk
at home waiting for me
Iphone plugged in the wall, just waiting for me
Club closed at 6, left around 4:30
Yeah so by the time I'm at your crib...
(It's
Club closed at six, left around four thirty yeah so by the time I'm at your crib
(It's 5 o'clock in the morning)
And you yawning, but I've been drinking
Rainstorm, brainstorm, faces in the maelstrom 
Huddle by the puddles in the shadows where the drains run 
Hot dogs, wet clogs clicking up
for me
Club closed at 6, left around 4:30
Yeah so by the time I'm at your crib...
(It's 5 o'clock in the morning)
And you yawning, but I've been
for me
Club closed at 6, left around 4:30
Yeah so by the time I'm at your crib...
(It's 5 o'clock in the morning)
And you yawning, but I've been
Rainstorm, brainstorm, faces in the maelstrom
Huddle by the puddles in the shadows where the drains run
Hot dogs, wet clogs clicking up
cupcakes and puts on her jumper 
Explains that she'll be late to a worrying mother, 
She meets me in Piccadilly. 
A begging folk singer stands tall by
eyes off a ya
By now you know that I really want ya love
So come give me love

So now you want to flex
And to show the club who you're with
And I
mentally can he really play ball
Dumbfounded by out the ghetto conversations
His mentality's oh so so small
Get the cream
Get the hoes
Get the cars
He
(Hook)
Ah ha, hush that fuss
Everybody move to the back of the bus
Do you want to bump and slump with us
We the type of people make the club get
the ‘Third',
 Was it Southerby, Sedgwick or Sim?
 They had him thrown out of the club in Bombay
 For, apart from his mess bill exceeding his pay,
 He took
at home waiting for me
Iphone plugged in the wall, just waiting for me
Club closed at 6, left around 4:30
Yeah so by the time I'm at your crib...
(It's
In the last tango
Now I'm single
In the disco
Club schizo
When the disk spins loud colloyuial go.
Juices up
Loosen up
Let the lust overflows my cup
Ah ha, hush that fuss
Everybody move to the back of the bus
Do you want to bump and slump with us
We the type of people make the club get crunk
not afraid to fly
You need to get on a flight and fly tonight
Brought up in the hottest clubs so high
That tonight for these hoes is nothing but love
if you not afraid to fly
You need to get on a flight and fly tonight
Brought up in the hottest clubs so high

That tonight for these hoes is
Every block
Every club
Every hood
I'm in love

So sweet, so round, so thick
So nasty ooh I love that shit
So smooth, so creamy
Goddamn it I must