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You need another baby, fuck love
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It's stupid instinct. |
You will undress with him also easily,
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But only with me you could smile.
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Baby, well, who's handsome, handsome?
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You need another, and this is not news.
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Questions about trust, is he a fucking psychologist? |
(handsome)
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While I'm on a tour of the country,
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Cash on your whims for a couple of albums.
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The mannerist is scorching who grew up on everything ready.
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And I could find myself a more modest fool.
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What the hell is he shaking like he's been stabbed with something?
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What the hell is this in your head?
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You know, girl, where and what happened to me.
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How much fucking money was my name worth.
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From relty to pamphlets, who is he, yeah,
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Don't touch me, I'm not breathing in the hotel room.
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To remain a neurotic in the hatch.
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Run away from everyone, lay low in Bruges,
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I'm looking for worse problems than Google.
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Well, who warmed up the place under the skirt?
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Well baby think!
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We slept on the floor without offense and fortune,
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But give you Schengen and Vancouver,
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A lot of shopping and partying in clubs.
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I know your limit is Cheesecake and McFlury.
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Often in the morning they turned and blew it away.
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Twisted and blown away.
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Now, fly away with him, well, what the fuck?
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Chorus:
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You need another, baby, fuck love!
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It's stupid instinct. |
You undress with him
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It's also easy, but only with me you could smile.
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And with him it’s like a passport photo.
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Baby, well, who's handsome here?
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You are no longer unique.
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It's all double jack and extreme.
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I can move the earth while we sleep.
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Water washes away makeup
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This is me about those people who are under it.
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I went on a spree
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I will leave young and in my juice.
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Everyone around me is telling me to take care of my mind. |
Hmm.
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These are all tales of bores!
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Come on, brothers! |
C'mon!
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I have an album on my shelf.
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Give me just upfront loot,
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I am a fan of pouring Moёt champagne up to my feet!
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You don't have money to get home.
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I poured the fee into a Chinese stall, I for tsatski with booze.
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My life is an American pie! |
A web of hellish debt!
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For merchants - a percentage, for the state - a tax!
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In my house, guests sleep on the floor.
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The question torments me: where did I hide the grass?
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My ill-wishers are sitting on a stake,
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I would go to a resort to sunbathe in Malibu.
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I go up until the burdens are heavy,
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I will enter paradise with a cry. |
God, it's us!
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There will be more cats and silence in old age,
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In the meantime, my sneakers are worn out, but alive.
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Chorus:
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You need another, baby, fuck love!
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It's stupid instinct. |
You undress with him
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It's also easy, but only with me you could smile.
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And with him it’s like a passport photo.
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Baby, well, who's handsome here?
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You are no longer unique. |