| Cavalli bodies in Seventies, Goravani
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| Galactica and the Gandelow
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| The temperature into the blow and in my rear view mirror
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| Clean no visual, pouring inside her platform
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| She’ll be converted, before the scotch score
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| The festivities just began, the extremities in the rum
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| The activities under the sun, as we flying just for fun
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| Cooling out the air, planes, parachute
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| Do something so unusual, the ways what we use to
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| Me tell, metallic toys, trip to every temptress
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| Of course you know am the Morse Code
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| The coded at me, setting reckless
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| Beautiful black glamour, yes we exude this
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| Shoot it in the veins, get high, not vain
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| But Vivid
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| But New York night caps, toast to the skyline
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| Tag jack, laughing like the eighties on a Lamborghini launchpad
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| Mister search, sip a lot, glitz on the vetta lot
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| Express that we reach, so that many more don’t microbat
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| Now we on the fly clock, how many can we take
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| Till the buzzer go off, and we dressing up the place
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| Coming up at you, have a movie to star in
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| I mean action packed film, I cash you at
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| Thriller award winning, war jacket, soul cold cobras
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| Having sarcomas, known with Medusa, the cold Rolling stone
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| You heist the magic in a minute, the stars all revolve around you
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| Bright lights, hey girl let’s leave tonight
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| Hey girl, let’s catch this flight, hope you not afraid of heights
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| Bright lights, hey girl let’s leave tonight
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| Hey girl, let’s catch this flight, hope you not afraid of heights
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| Cosmopolitan candy clashing with Cleopatra
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| Gold sugar casino, the Valentinos, B. I Joe
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| Blond under my arm, that many queen mixture
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| Tension of the low lee oh slipping inside the stolio
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| Last call before we exit on the sky wave
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| Next stop, we lay on Sean’s Alizé
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| Venoming vixens, lap limbos, sideways sambas
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| Stick to joy stick, joy riders might smile with slight crown
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| Snapple on my side, as the buggie in the kettle water
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| Kidding what the buggie do, do you mind?
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| To be my soul vibration loud ass
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| You the Simpson, you know you get it time let’s duet
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| Bright lights, hey girl let’s leave tonight
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| Hey girl, let’s catch this flight, hope you not afraid of heights
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| Bright lights, hey girl let’s leave tonight
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| Hey girl, let’s catch this flight, hope you not afraid of heights |