| To shave my head, cleaner than clean
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| From pockets lined with vasoline
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| I know you now, but i can forget
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| Be ready, but i’m not done yet
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| Paperclip, cheap history defines
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| She used to split, but never shined
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| Follow hey, learn how to lead
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| Her law hoop soon brings out on me
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| Dandy changed her mind
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| And if you’re not him is the only thing on your side
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| You are dumb, and young girl a burnout can be fine
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| With bottle-bat to hit the ball
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| While killing time she stares thru walls
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| Water or 3 to drink in too real
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| You look like nothing i could steal
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| Toasting heads, half-past pre-girl time
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| And this gives slowly wrap to twine
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| So share the floor, but i’m overstared
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| My stomache hurts from dives thru there
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| Dandy changed her mind
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| And if you’re not him is the only thing on your side
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| And if you’re not him only force me to decide
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| At night i could be anywhere
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| Or somewhere that i could sleep
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| Right now i could be anywhere
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| Or somewhere that i could swing
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| The shaven head, cleaner then clean
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| Legbone on fire with vasoline
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| I’ll blow you off, and you will forget
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| Keep moving but blood won’t let
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| Paperclip, hold arms to my side
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| Your reason to touch while open wide
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| Fake smiles make their whole deal seem cheap
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| At least from here the view is free |