Lyrics:
I might take you to the moon
And I might drop you off at Mars
I might pick you up at five
And then I'll take you to the stars
We could kick it by
my first solo
Collo Drolo, sponsored by Manolo
She got Zeppi Notos ready for some photos
Yeah, and I'm cold, bitch, please try to keep the door
a swerving car I'll swerve on tracks
Swerving car on the beat I crash, like a Beatle fest
1, 2, 3 call it mic fest
Moving scaring call it fright fest
Drownin'
thank
You to all the Beatle people
Who have written to me during
The year and everyone who
Sent gifts and cards for my birthday
Which I'm trying
saw Shirley Jean,
Powdering her nose, posin' like a movie queen.
Shirley Jean, sweet little seventeen,
Shirley Jean, she's a lovin' machine.
I
When I was seventeen
I was chasing after dreams
In southport
I had to get away
Or end up in a nursing home alone
When I was seventeen
I had a special
Macchiato queen walking round in stilettos
Taking pic posing all by the palmetto
A lil fluff we bout to throw in the marshmallows
Hands on both hips
feeling very keen
And so I’ll start proceedings
With the number seventeen
Well, Dorothy, good luck to you
Let’s open up and see
Inside box number
I see you there at the bar
Throwing back another shot
Feels like time's passed by a little
Truth is the years have changed a lot
Gonna bet you
learning second by second
(There's more to me than seventeen square miles)
I'm learning second by second
(There's more to me, there's more to me)
I'm
The Knack
Know Your Product - The Saints
Anything by: Kleenex
Raincoats LP - Raincoats
Collosal Youth - Young Marble Giants
Rocks - Aerosmith
What is This? -
Acting like they're first in line
I'm lookin' at your life through cellophane
Hoping things would stay the same
I was always by your side
And isn't
stayed up all night wondering if the
Eagles or the Beatles were the world's best band
Since you've been gone I sit by the phone
Feeling like
and bro on every opp
Nigga know he gone drop
Nigga know we aint the beatles But the chop gone rock
Pull up red light nigga gone car stop
Make a nigga see
and Stanstro (Here we go!)
So here we go: it's the trio
With flows tighter than Speedos
And Benny beating like Ringo
We glow like the old Beatles
Here we go
Lyrics -Motorbike Libido (She Loves the Beatles)
Jesse Brinkenhoff, Parker Cohen and Matt Kash
riding on your motorbike
riding by the birds you
the bleachers, now I get head in two seaters
Two fine divas, they rock the mic, it's a feature
Living life like the Beatles, on some shit that's illegal
She sweat
tell
Baby I don’t need your help
I’ll probably walk there by myself
Meet me at the Hollywood inn hotel
X3
Gotta rock out like a beatle yeah yeah
gonna interrupt
If you need to talk about it
Roll my eyes or get offended by
The way you doubt it
You know you're mine
You just forget sometimes
So
on my mother's hip
She was shorter than the corn
All the years I took from her
Just by being born.
Didn't mean to break the cycle
At seventeen I
Sunny days, where have you gone?
I get the strangest feeling you belong
Why does it always rain on me?
Is it because I lied when I was seventeen
Sunny days, where have you gone?
I get the strangest feeling you belong
Why does it always rain on me?
Is it because I lied when I was seventeen
She stands about five feet
Seventeen confused and dazed
She'll celebrate the day
When eighteen candles grace birthday cake
Now she's on borrowed
of anxiety, filled with apathy
I don't wanna be stuck at seventeen
So why you gotta bring it out of me
Drove on the old overpass down by the tracks where we
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