| Don’t let your heart get to your boots
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| Sour puss sister
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| Take a walk under the juice
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| Kick a few dumpsters
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| Fussing and spitting ain’t worth good kicking
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| When you’re tired of coping go pony riding
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| Better yet seduce
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| Your kite instructor
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| With a little bit of luck
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| He comes from equator
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| You be cruising and surfing round the whole world daughter
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| Dream of ya life be two times brighter
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| It may be crowded out here but I don’t hear no sound but my own
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| It may be pouring out here but every falling drop of sky is my own
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| There ain’t a thing in the world that 'll shoot my dorphins no i’m high on my
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| throne
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| Them harpies and turds won’t have their way with me stoned on ozone
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| Enthousiastic passionated red-head sailor
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| Former argentinesk female bartender cow
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| Business school just wasn’t cool
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| So you droped out of class
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| Indiana Jones ain’t but a fool
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| Next to you ginger badass
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| Private pilot Spanish fluent
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| Smelly scarlet
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| Cinder Monster bake me dinner Onion garlic
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| No no no don’t shoot or shout
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| You know i didn’t mean it
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| Let’s go go go
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| To the garden where we can bake our lungs trout
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| If ever harm comes to your loot
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| Sugar puss sister
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| Won’t you sing along this tune
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| Make u feel better
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| Just in case you didn’t know
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| Babygirl I love you so
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| Whenenever spirits get too low
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| Hop into ma cookie dough
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| Peanut butter jelly on my nose
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| You got soaked from head to toes
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| Mexican buritos daily dose
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| Salsa dripping on your clothes clothes
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| There ain’t a thing in the world
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| A single harpy or turd
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| Able to ruin or blurr
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| Today is your day my girl
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| Let it sing out ya fur
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| A flock a joli Z birds
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| There ain’t a place in the world
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| Id rather be than right here
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| It may be crowded out here but I don’t hear no sound but my own
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| It may be pouring out here but every falling drop of sky is my own
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| There ain’t a thing in the world that 'll shoot my dorphins no i’m high on my
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| throne
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| Them harpies and turds won’t have their way with me stoned on ozone |