| First it’s the casting call, but I’m playing basketball,
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| My wife she notifies that I missed a call on my phone,
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| Now why are you snooping, when you should be cooking,
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| If you read my texts one more time!
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| If you fill the pageant bowl I will be masterful,
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| Well full of liquid comedy, namaste, your baller bag is on its way.
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| Red full of lexicons, polishing megatron,
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| If you beat the hoe, you tell your bros, I need this yo!
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| Stop, don’t panic,
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| I’ve got a plan, let’s both pretend you didn’t take that one night stand, oh.
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| So hide your face, collect your things
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| This is what we call the walk of shame.
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| Oh pretty lady I know the cost at the gate, you’re almost there.
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| Next it’s the pinnacle of me being cynical,
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| Can I be the lynch pin compelling to judge a lottery?
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| Baggy and awfully, bumpy and blistery, brutally homeless and fluffy.)
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| Hey there, pretty girl, I’m already in your head.
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| Hey there, pretty girl, I’m already in.
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| Hey there, pretty girl, don’t hide what’s inside.
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| Hey there, pretty girl, don’t hide what’s inside.
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| (So nice, so nice to meet you.)
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| Lift your head for the last time,
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| Lift it higher and higher and high,
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| How can you love what you can’t see?
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| How can you love what you can’t touch?
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| I tell them personal tastes are fine,
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| We’ve been over this a million times,
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| You’ll never unhinge those biased chromosomes alone.
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| Hey there, pretty girl, I’m already in your head,
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| Hey there, pretty girl, I’m already in,
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| Hey there, pretty girl, don’t hide what’s inside,
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| Hey there, pretty girl, don’t hide.
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| So nice, so nice to meet you. |