| I confess I saw her in a sun dress
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| Her congress is nothing more than process
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| Meant too I didn’t mean to kill you
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| Shot through I’ll make your patrons thank you
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| So I’m aligning my soul on a Saturday
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| I always thought of a banter in its own weight
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| Lalalalalalalala media your killing me
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| Killing me, killing me, killing me now
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| So I’m aligning my soul on a Saturday
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| I always thought of a banter in its own weight
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| Lalalalalalalala media your killing me
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| Killing me, killing me, killing me now
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| Muddy water I see you in the blue sky
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| Flyby it makes her change look nice
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| Beer can, another chance to spill job
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| Come fast and growing in your new chairs
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| So I’m aligning my soul on a Saturday
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| I always thought of a banter in its own weight
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| Lalalalalalalala media your killing me
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| Killing me, killing me, killing me now
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| So I’m aligning my soul on a Saturday
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| I always thought of a banter in its own weight
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| Lalalalalalalala media your killing me
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| Killing me, killing me, killing me now
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| So I’m aligning my soul on a Saturday
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| I always thought of a banter in its own weight
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| Lalalalalalalala media your killing me
|
| Killing me, killing me, killing me now
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| So I’m aligning my soul on a Saturday
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| I always thought of a banter in its own weight
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| Lalalalalalalala media your killing me
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| Killing me, killing me, killing me now
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| I confess I saw her in a sun dress… |