| Hey!
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| Time to get up, will you hand me my slippers?
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| And I’ll take my orange juice in a brandy snifter
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| I’m a great lover and a better listener
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| Huh? |
| What? |
| Did you say somethin'? |
| Were you talking to me?
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| All I see is used condom wrappers on the floor
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| Tricks' numbers on post-its by the door
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| I’ll only call back if I want some more
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| And that’s the life I live when I’m not on tour
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| You knew I was the new Don Juan when you saw me
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| And you smelled the co-log-ne I just sprayed on me
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| And I know I’m nice
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| Santa don’t have to check his list twice
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| Here’s some advice don’t share your keys
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| Or you might end up with Hepatitis B
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| Buy my CD, mind your Q’s and P’s
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| And always say «Cheese» for the paparazzis
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| See I don’t really care what people think
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| And I don’t really care what people do
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| See you don’t know me and I don’t know you
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| And what? |
| And what? |
| And what? |
| And what?
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| When I hopped the train I always take the seat
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| I don’t remember the names of the people I meet
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| I don’t need a car because I got two feet
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| And I buy my socks on 14th Street
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| Why’s everybody always looking at me?
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| Is it coz' I jerk off for my webcam for free?
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| Coz' I’m picking my nose when I’m thinking somethin'
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| And pullin' the lint out my belly button?
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| (Hey!) I came from Massachusetts and I don’t give two shits
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| Watch me pop two zits in your grits
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| I got enthusiasm of a muscle spasm
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| And I’m gonna show my magic wism-rasm-ma-tasm-and-chizasm
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| Yeah, I’m truckin' fast
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| Sweating like my ass crack in yoga class
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| So pass that dutch, I wanna get fucked up
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| Until the sun goes down and comes back up
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| Then goes back down and comes back up
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| Then down, then down, then down, and up!
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| Have you had enough or do you want some more?
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| I put my Adidas Magnums on and I’m out the door
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| See I don’t really care what people think
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| And I don’t really care what people do
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| See you don’t know me and I don’t know you
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| And what? |
| And what? |
| And what? |
| And what?
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| When I hopped the train I always take the seat
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| I don’t remember the names of the people I meet
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| I don’t need a car because I got two feet
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| And I buy my socks on 14th Street
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| So I’m on 14th Street, right?
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| And my look head to toe is tight
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| Til I hit the highway on the west end
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| I bumped into one of my shady friend
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| His name is Jake from way upstate
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| He wants to know if I’ll take some Peruvian flakes
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| He said «Make it hot, take a ride in my car!»
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| I said 'Let me think about that for about 8 bars'
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| «No I don’t think so, I gotta buy some socks though
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| I’ll party tonight when the mood is right
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| Just get the hood and don’t be a hater
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| I’ll be out tonight», «Alright, catch you later»
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| See I don’t really care what people think
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| And I don’t really care what people do
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| See you don’t know me and I don’t know you
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| And what? |
| And what? |
| And what? |
| And what?
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| When I hopped the train I always take the seat
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| I don’t remember the names of the people I meet
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| I don’t need a car because I got two feet
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| And I buy my socks on 14th Street |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Buy My Socks On 14th Street , by - Cazwell. Song from the album Get Into It, in the genre Электроника