You're a mom at your age
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And I'm your little boy, x3
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You are fifty years old
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And I'm your little boy, x3
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You did me a disservice
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Because I'm your little boy, x3
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He lost twenty pounds
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Because I'm your little boy, x3
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Ma'am, I can't take it anymore
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My body hurts a lot, from fear and horror
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Ma'am, I have to go home
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Dad will beat me, and mom will cry
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You would like me to kiss you downstairs
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Let me give you a little kiss
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And I don't know if I'll make it
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I can't speed up anymore
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You're a mom at your age
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And I'm your little boy, x3
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You are fifty years old
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And I'm your little boy, x3
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You did me a disservice
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Because I'm your little boy, x3
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He lost twenty pounds
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Because I'm your little boy, x3
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You're a lady at your age, you could be my mom
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You and my old grandmother know each other from elementary school
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A little work path in a nice neighborhood and a garage
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Garaged, situated, low mileage
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The first owner, the first color, preserved to the point of pain
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A little rotten thresholds but stacks deferi like new
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At least you're close to fifty-two
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Hooks under the hood, you have 16v
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Lots of space in the trunk, an expensive waterfall on the leg
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Light pink, condition tip top, sitting and driving
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You spend a lot of time in the city, but I'm teasing you for free
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Because I'm not the owner, I'm just servicing you
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An old milfara, fed up with iber
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In a free relationship, she plays dziber
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Old coca, greasy soup, full of salt and pepper
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So I spend it and pepper from some old pickpocket
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Baratas muffin as if you were working in a bakery
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When you jump on me in the neighborhood, the alarms go off
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You tell me shut up my blue boy
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And I jump on you as if Maxim is celebrating me
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Dino says there is nothing against Split
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The old hen has nothing against the young whale
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So I tell you, aunt, get off me
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Because of the long trunk, you make an elephant out of me
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You're a mom at your age
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And I'm your little boy, x3
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You are fifty years old
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And I'm your little boy, x3
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You did me a disservice
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Because I'm your little boy, x3
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He lost twenty pounds
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Because I'm your little boy, x3 |