| Alright, come close
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| Let me show you everything I know
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| A jungle slang
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| Spinning round my head and I stare
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| While my naked fool
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| Fresh out of an icky, gooey womb
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| A woozy youth
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| Dopes up on her silky, smooth perfume
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| Right my little pooh bear, wanna take a chance?
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| Wanna sip the smooth air, kick it in the sand?
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| I’ll say I told you so but you just gonna cry
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| You just wanna know those peanut butter vibes
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| My, my simple sir, this ain’t gonna work
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| Mind my wicked words and tipsy topsy slurs
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| I can’t take this place, no I can’t take this place
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| I just wanna go where I can get some space
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| Truth be told
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| I’ve been there, I’ve done this all before
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| I take your gloom
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| I curl it up and puff it into plumes
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| Right my little pooh bear, wanna take a chance?
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| Wanna sip the smooth air, kick it in the sand?
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| I’ll say I told you so but you just gonna cry
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| You just wanna know those peanut butter vibes
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| My, my simple sir, this ain’t gonna work
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| Mind my wicked words and tipsy topsy slurs
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| I can’t take this place, no I can’t take this place
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| I just wanna go where I can get some space
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| Hold my hand and float back to the summer time
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| Tangled in the willows, now our tongues are tied
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| How can I believe you, how can I be nice?
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| Tripping round tree stumps in your summer smile
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| Right my little pooh bear, wanna take a chance?
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| Wanna sip the smooth air, kick it in the sand?
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| I’ll say I told you so but you just gonna cry
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| You just wanna know those peanut butter vibes
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| My, my simple sir, this ain’t gonna work
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| Mind my wicked words and tipsy topsy slurs
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| I can’t take this place, no I can’t take this place
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| I just wanna go where I can get some space |