| Walking down a foggy London street one day
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| Listenin' to the rhythm of my feet
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| Everything in my life was going O. K.
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| I bad some extra money, and all my bills
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| Were paid
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| Should I stash this extra cash
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| Or spend it on some pleasure
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| Should I throw it all away
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| And waste it on some pain
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| Pay that girl to spank me With her belt of leather
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| Or feel the shower of her golden rain
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| I know it may sound crazy,
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| But it sho' nuff it the truth
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| We all have these feelings
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| And there’s nothing we can do I know it my way sound crazy…
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| It’s a California morning,
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| Trough I never Have been there
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| I wish that I could grow some wings
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| And fly up in the air
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| People who don’t like me,
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| Will look up in the sky
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| I’ll lift up my tail feathers
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| And drop something in their eyes
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| Preachin' to the choir
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| Walking through the forest
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| In my birthday suit
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| Feeling free and dangling in the breeze
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| Soakin' up that sweet sunshine on my body
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| Thinkin'. |
| «Hey, this is the life for me!»
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| Preachin' to the choir
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| Preachin' to the choir
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| Set the church afire
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| Preachin' to the choir |