| Sell the kids for food
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| Weather changes moods
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| Spring is here again
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| Reproductive glands
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| He’s the one
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| Who likes all our pretty songs
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| And he likes to sing along
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| And he likes to shoot his gun
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| But he knows not what it means
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| Knows not what it means
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| And I say yeah
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| We can have some more
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| Nature is a whore
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| Bruises on the fruit
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| Tender age in bloom yeah
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| He’s the one
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| Who likes all our pretty songs
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| And he likes to sing along
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| And he likes to shoot his gun
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| But he knows not what it means
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| And he knows not what it means
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| When I say yeah
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| Yeah
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| He’s the one
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| Who likes all our pretty songs
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| And he likes to sing along
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| And he likes to shoot his gun
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| But he don’t know what it means
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| Don’t know what it means
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| He’s the one
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| Who likes all our pretty songs
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| And he likes to sing along
|
| And he likes to shoot his gun
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| But he knows not what it means
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| Knows not what it means
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| And i said yeah
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| He’s the one
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| Who likes all our pretty songs
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| And he likes to sing along
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| And he likes to shoot his gun
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| And he likes to sing along
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| And he likes to shoot his gun |