| Mommy mommy, look it’s sea glass
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| I didn’t hate her, (who,) i didn’t hate her
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| Oh the girl with the poetry
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| I don’t know this women was so amazing
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| She was like this bossy bitch
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| And the minute she went to, to read her poetry
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| The thing that irritated me most about her was
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| She had this big portfolio that she brought with her
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| Are you happy in the summer time
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| Are you happy in the summer time
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| Just --her being was irritating
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| Just her presence the minute i met her
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| Hand moved as she did her poetry, her poetry, her polish poetry
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| So we’re all like waiting to hear this polish poetry
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| Like if she’s going to translate something out of something
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| And she went on three minutes on polish
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| Huh, huh
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| Then i woke up in the morning
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| Long legs and candlelight
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| She will be mine tonight
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| Are you happy in the summer time
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| Are you happy in the summer time
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| I’ve seen you walking, seen you walking
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| Seen you walking, seen you walking
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| Pictures upon a screen
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| In someone else’s dream
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| You will be mine tonight
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| Walking into my dream, into my dream
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| Are you happy in the summer time
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| Are you happy in the summer time
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| You will be mine tonight
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| Walking into my dream, my dream
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| Mommy mommy, look it’s sea glass
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| She was like this bossy bitch
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| All the other readers
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| You know brought their papers and just small pieces
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| Small pieces .she was amazing |