| Wash your dirty mouth
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| Your dirty mouth
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| Watch your little mouth
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| Wash your dirty mouth
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| Your dirty mouth
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| Watch your little mouth
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| I don’t wanna wait anymore
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| Wake up cinnamon
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| They can’t get in and that’s them at the door
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| Cuz checkout time is noon and pretty soon it’s a quarter to four
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| I don’t wanna wait anymore
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| Wash your dirty mouth
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| Your dirty mouth
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| Watch your little mouth cuz you taste like you’re already gone
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| Small town girls and boys make too much noise so I keep to myself
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| But acting tough is rough — enough is enough — I feel like hell
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| Tied up in London, you came undone with a two handed tug
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| With pieces of a phone, thrown at the door, spread out on the rug
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| I don’t wanna wait anymore
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| Wash your dirty mouth
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| Your dirty mouth
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| Watch your little mouth cuz you taste like you’re already gone
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| Wash your dirty mouth
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| Your dirty mouth
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| Watch your little mouth cuz you taste like you’re already gone
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| I gotta say I cannot wait
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| Not even one more night or day
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| Why don’t you fly and get away
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| And end this awful holiday
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| Come and play, come and stay, and end this awful holiday
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| I gotta say I cannot wait
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| Not even one more night or day
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| Why don’t you fly and get away and end this awful holiday
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| Wash your dirty mouth
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| Your dirty mouth
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| Watch your little mouth cuz you taste like you’re already gone
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| Wash your dirty mouth
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| Your dirty mouth
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| Watch your little mouth cuz you taste like you’re already gone |