| I can make it known, I can make it hard, down in the lime life yeah
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| Or they can make it known, could just stomp down in the streets
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| Where you say your woman got a pristine smile the kind of like
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| But I never saw it, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Like one time, daddy used to sit me down
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| And smack me round, cause I never know
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| U-la-la, u-la-la, u-la-la
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| What have I done to my son, God, know my system
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| I swapped the credit card i saw the words with the demon hearts and they scream
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| He’s just retard! |
| … but they don’t even look hard
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| U-la-la, u-la-la, u-la-la
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| Whoa, who’s your boyfriend, who’s your boyfriend, who’s your?
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| Ah, he goes to, he goes to, he goes
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| I wanna see his dumb face oh
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| Take pictures, take pictures, take pictures
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| When blood runs down on boulevard
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| He said, oh, oh, why would I want something with her
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| Why would I need someone but I’m
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| Willing to change, willing to change
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| Oh, oh, why what I want something with her
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| Why would I need someone but I’m
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| Willing to change, willing to change, oh
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| I walk around, I watch the children play down on Broadway
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| But sometimes I think, I can’t even take that anymore
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| Like when I walk, wanna talk, talk, talk, talk to the voices if there’s
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| No voices I just talk to myself
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| I talk, talk, talk, talk to the voices if there’s
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| No voices I just talk to myself
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| But I don’t go talk about Jesus anymore
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| Yeah and the story now 'bout reaching haze
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| Whoa, who’s your boyfriend, who’s your boyfriend, who’s your?
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| …getting close, I just… dark clouds, whoa, whoa
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| Blood runs down the boulevard
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| Oh, oh, now what I want something with her
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| Why would I need someone but I’m
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| Willing to change, willing to change
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| Oh, oh, now should I want something with her
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| Why would I need someone but I’m
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| Willing to change, willing to change, oh
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| Making love dear, I guess I’ll talk like you, oh yeah
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| Days coming, children, so you don’t wait up
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| I’m just so scared that I love all the life
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| Oh yeah, all the lime, waiting like never before, you know |