| stick a spoon into your heart
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| and eat away all your deutch marks
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| your money dont mean a damn thing
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| im wearing everything i own
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| stop being cool oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
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| stop being cool oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
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| night time running in and out of cars
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| im treading on my nerves
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| i wont make up a fuss
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| cheer boy is not ready for your fun
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| so give up all your love
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| give up all your love
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| the air is sticking to me
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| your in my room and still wont leave
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| to me it is something more
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| in love a 22 4
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| stop being cool oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
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| stop being cool oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
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| night time running in and out of cars
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| im treading on my nerves
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| i wont make up a fuss
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| cheer boy is not ready for your fun
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| so give up all your love
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| so give up all your love
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| im ready to give up on you now
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| im waiting till the sun has gone down
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| im waiting for a strand of your gold locks
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| to sew my stomach shut
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| and everybody knows you want a baby
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| and god knows everybody wants one too
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| latin promsies always keep breaking
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| now i dont know what to do
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| and everybody knows you want a baby
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| well god knows everybody wants one too
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| everybody knows you want a baby
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| well god knows everybody wants one too
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| (Merci |