| And when it rains, it rains
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| Orange juice and pink lemonade
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| Is out for a week
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| She brings her A-game
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| Is it any wonder why I been feeling so fucked up?
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| And when it rains, it rains
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| Orange juice and pink lemonade
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| Her champagne tears falling heavy on my suede shoes
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| She left me feeling real fucked up
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| Sexy missionary from the east
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| She paints like Picasso
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| And digs jazzy beats
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| Sips Guinness, Guru spinning on repeat
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| These minutes into hours
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| And these days into weeks
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| She sits pretty, overthinking her speech
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| But there ain’t nobody else who dare speak
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| But just don’t mess with her parameters
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| Her old man’s in the mafia
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| A stone-cold killer
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| All us Englishmen are amateurs
|
| And when it rains, it rains
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| Orange juice and pink lemonade
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| Is out for a week
|
| She brings her A-game
|
| Is it any wonder why I been feeling so fucked up?
|
| And when it rains, it rains
|
| Orange juice and pink lemonade
|
| Her champagne tears falling heavy on my suede shoes
|
| She left me feeling real fucked up
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| Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalaaaaa
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| Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalaaaaahhhaaah
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| Well, it could be better, could be worse
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| This mediocrity is just the least I deserve
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| Cause, I been putting in the work
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| But does a strong work ethic actually work?
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| Sometimes I feel I’m sowing seeds just to feed the birds
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| And these pearlescent pigeons come and scratch up my turf
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| What’s my better nature worth?
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| Cause I give a little something but get nothing in return
|
| And when it rains, it rains
|
| Orange juice and pink lemonade
|
| Is out for a week
|
| She brings her A-game
|
| Is it any wonder why I been feeling so fucked up?
|
| And when it rains, it rains
|
| Orange juice and pink lemonade
|
| Her champagne tears falling heavy on my suede shoes
|
| She left me feeling real fucked up
|
| Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalaaaaa
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| Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalaaaaahhhaaah |