| Goodbye 1989
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| I wanna be the one in control
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| Rock my white shoes, bolo tie
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| The next big thing for five years running
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| It’s not your turn
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| It’s not your turn — yet
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| Back off you little shits
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| Gnawing at my bits
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| I see they breed you by the boatload
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| Back off you little whores
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| Get 'em on all fours
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| And let me beat you to the fucking punch
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| My body’s not even cold
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| My act is just getting old
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| Goodbye 1989
|
| I wanna be the one in control
|
| Rock my white shoes, bolo tie
|
| The next big thing for five years running
|
| It’s not your turn
|
| It’s not your turn — yet
|
| Back off you little shits
|
| Gnawing at my bits
|
| I see they breed you by the boatload
|
| Back off you little whores
|
| Get 'em on all fours
|
| And let me beat you to the fucking punch
|
| My body’s not even cold
|
| My act is just getting o-o-o-old
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| Some babies wanna get down like this
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| We eat what we like
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| Oh, oh, oh, oooh
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| Some babies wanna get down like this
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| We eat what we like
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| Back off you little shits
|
| Gnawing at my bits
|
| I see they breed you by the boatload
|
| Back off you little whores
|
| Get 'em on all fours
|
| And let me beat you to the fucking punch
|
| My body’s not even cold
|
| My act is just getting old |