| Stay gold, stay free, stay far away from me
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| I know you, you just want to
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| Break my heart and my fingers
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| Think fast, drink up she says
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| «you're making me blush»
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| She’ll turn red, her curves will turn heads
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| And she’ll feel my heart with her fingers
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| (oh)
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| Friday the thirteenth is still a Friday afterall
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| I’ll be there with bells on
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| I’ll be there with bells on
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| And all the superstition that’d usually
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| Drive me up the wall
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| I’ll be there with bells on
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| I’ll be there with bells on
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| Stay gold, stay free, stay far away from me
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| I know you, you just want to
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| Break my heart and my fingers
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| She sunbathes for days, and says
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| «It's never a waste
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| She’s beautiful now
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| But she was beautiful before
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| Her tan
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| (Friday the thirteenth is still a Friday afterall)
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| I’ll be there with bells on
|
| I’ll be there with bells on
|
| And all the superstition that’d usually
|
| Drive me up the wall
|
| I’ll be there with bells on
|
| I’ll be there with bells on
|
| Stay gold, stay free, stay far away from me
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| I know you, you just want to
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| Break my heart and my fingers |