| Broken my umbrellar in the storm (Oh)
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| Baby said she likes to keep me warm (Oh, oh)
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| Diamonds was embedded on her horn (Beep-beep)
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| Driving through the tunnels in the morn (Wake up)
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| Her father owns a factory making corn (Chomp-chomp)
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| Told me that she wasn't natural born (What?)
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| Stolen off a planet, I was torn (Hmm)
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| Chamomile's a luxury adorned (Ahh)
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| Last pint from that last night
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| I don't know if that was real
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| And I swear I'm superstitious
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| 'Bout her sex appeal
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| Last blunt from that last night
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| I don't know if that was real
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| When she brought her wand out
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| I knew I had lost our deal
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| I really gutted out her womb
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| A fickle fight, an icky croon
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| Her breath condensed into a flume
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| And pulls her eyes into a tomb
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| Fuck her whip, she rode a broom
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| Casts a spell onto the moon
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| All this worth that she exhume
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| All this worth that she exhume
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| Last pint from that last night
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| I don't know if that was real
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| And she knows I'm superstitious
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| 'Bout her sex appeal
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| Last pint from that last night
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| I don't know if that was real
|
| And I swear I'm superstitious
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| 'Bout her sex appeal
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| Last blunt from that last night
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| I don't know if that was real
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| When she brought her wand out
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| I knew I had lost our deal |