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A moth ate through your favorite shirt
And all your friends fertilize
The ground you walk
Lose your mind

He's seen too many stare downs
Between the sun
right by your toe
Hanging out with some h-o
Thought I wouldn't know
Well it looked to me like you were free
You told me that you be busy
I'm not
It took his breath away holding the bank page
He got the letter they're gonna take their house away
I'm 'bout to have a daughter he yells it in
the hammers pounding, hear the foreman yell
"You don't load up sixteen tons, I'll make your hours hell."
But the days flow by like water, now the water's turned
come on everybody
Let's do this dance
Get out your seats and let me shake your pants
Oh, with the base cold thumpin' and the hihats snaren'
People are
the tolerance that you borrowed
The lasting relationship sinks right off the pier
Who wears the pants; it's faded but clear

She's your girlfriend, seems she
of friends
I think she loves me, but it all depends 

Hey baby, I don't want to be your Superman
I just want to be your man and I'll be super, baby
You'll
come on everybody
Let's do this dance
Get out your seats and let me shake your pants
Oh, with the base cold thumpin' and the hihats snaren'
People are
somebody, love somebody

When the games on
You wear the jersey of my favorite team
I yell at the TV, knock over my beer
You're not even mad of me
You know I
Every girl of culture's got a favorite car
The kind of car that makes a girl lose her cool
My daddy had a yellow Riviera Star
That he used to let
There's a cold piece of pizza in the fridge if you want it
A stale glass of beer on the table by the playboys
Did you see miss march? god, she
Yo, mic check 
Testing one, two, um, twelve 
My favorite color is red, like the blood shed 
In Curt Cobain's head when he shot himself dead
banged, they take your chain
Stay in your lane, broke back ain't the way of the game
My brainstorm is like I stay in the ring

My favorite was Kane, now I'm
to the crib, get banged, they take your chain
Stay in your lane
Brokeback ain't the way of the game
My brainstorm is like I stay in the ring
My favorite was
dear,
For auld lang syne,
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.

And surely ye'll be your pint-stowp,
And surely I'll be mine!
connection, I Paris my whereabouts
You still in your parents' house
I'm with a vixen hard nipples and the cherry blouse
No pants derriere is out
I call it
by the boys of the world
But I!! i.. am.. totally ignorant to that type of pride
Yell, when your groin starts to rebel
Yo l, I told you that we would
a gentlemen
Take you by the arm
A Kodak flash
Take you to the bar
Buy ya your favorite drink or two
And all ain't gettin' it
So I can try to sleep with
to her I said hello
She said you're kind of cute I said yes I know
But by the way sweetheart what's your name
She said my friends like to call me exotic
to the crib, get banged, they take your chain
Stay in your lane
Brokeback ain't the way of the game
My brainstorm is like I stay in the ring
My favorite was
banged, they take your chain
Stay in your lane
Brokeback ain't the way of the game
My brainstorm is like I stay in the ring
My favorite was Kane, now I'm
I said hello
She said you're kind of cute I said yes I know

But by the way sweetheart what's your name
She said my friends like to call me exotic
to her, I said hello
She said, You're kind of cute, I said, Yes, I know

But by the way, sweetheart, what's your name?
She said, My friends like to call
to her I said hello
She said you're kind of cute I said yes I know
But by the way sweetheart what's your name
She said my friends like to call me exotic
Perrier 
Pour it all on your body
Yeah, I tell truth I can't lie
Got Chinese women like Shanghai
Got playboy bunnies on stand by
If you can make it