| A phone in hand, covered in pink
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| And to decorate it like himself
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| Corresponding, getting into triplets
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| Then he looked at you and said, “Ugh!” |
| to say
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| What you call a man should carry it once
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| Constant attention seeking
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| Thinking of commercial works as works of art
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| Listening to pop music
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| You have plenty of spares if you're going to leave him
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| That's why their love pays off
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| Perfect ego, costly demeanor
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| Always Demet Akalin guaranteed
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| You still get up and say "empathy"
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| Antenna that does not attract free subjects
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| A Spoonmaker's Apple
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| Everyone already has a selfie stick to him.
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| Stop nagging and bullshit again but
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| Shhh girl, what shall I say?
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| Even if war breaks out all over the world
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| You think “What will I wear?”
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| Come on, whatever you do, it doesn't matter but
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| You're eight times nine to nine
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| Even if I curse you in the whole song, that belly plays involuntarily
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| Let me tell you these things
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| He will diet all his life.
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| Embeds fast food with greasy fries
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| But there will be light to drink with you
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| He's emulating those love dramas with his hairy bros or something
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| Eliminating falsehood with aphorisms with mirror poses
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| Looking at themselves while taking a photo and looking for the right angle or something
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| Eyes like a Terminator and scanning the space like radar
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| Can't make it in the sentence "Yaaa!" |
| without saying
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| His moves are crazy
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| Like a shelter while the bill is paid
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| Running to the toilet at once
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| Stop nagging and bullshit again but
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| Shhh girl, what shall I say?
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| Even if war breaks out all over the world
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| You think “What will I wear?”
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| Come on, whatever you do, it doesn't matter but
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| You're eight times nine to nine
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| Even if I curse you in the whole song, that belly plays involuntarily
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| Let's play (yes yes yo!)
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| Hey hey let's play, you kayban (yes yes yo!)
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| Let's shake it, let's shake it (ha ha ha!)
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| This rhythm on your hips, let's shake it (yes yes yo!) |