| My moneyponny
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| Took all the money
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| Never touched my heart, but torned me apart,
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| Lord, i dont know really where i belong
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| But i
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| Want you to ease my troubled mind
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| Know that you gotta leave right on time
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| If you could understand,
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| I think you could be my right hand
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| My moneyponny
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| Boy am i running
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| Fly like a butterfly, sting like a bee
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| And leave me hanging in the apple tree, singing
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| Fly like a butterfly, sting like a bee
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| Fly like a butterfly, sting like a bee
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| Hey hey!
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| Dont pull the trigger
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| Get someone bigger
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| Dont touch my heart, torn me apart
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| Lord, i dont really know if i belong at all but i,
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| Fly like a butterfly, sting like a bee
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| Fly like a butterfly, sting like a bee
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| You got me hanging like a man boy, in the apple tree
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| I got the sound
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| I got the feeling
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| I got the, swet
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| And i need a job!
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| So come on
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| Want you to ease my troubled mind
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| Know, that you gotta leave right on time
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| If you can understand
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| I say, you could be my right hand
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| Woohoo!
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| Singing!
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| Fly like a butterfly, sting like a bee
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| Fly like a butterfly, sting like a bee
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| Fly like a butterfly, sting like a bee
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| Fly like a butterfly, sting like a bee |