| Dreamy days, come what may, we feel no way
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| Theres gonna be fun and lots of laughter
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| (Chorus: repeat 2X)
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| I’m just a long foot Bandito
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| I might take of my shoes, won’t take off my socks tonight
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| Take a little peep under that frock tonight
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| But there’ll be no body pop, pop tonight
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| You know my style; |
| I keep it on a holy out-of-body mind blown
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| We in some zone
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| So how deep can we sow those seeds
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| And proceed to buck the limit?
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| Spinnin' in a whirlpool, essential peek
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| Messin' around with all those chemical rushes
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| When natural highs come a whole lot cheaper
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| Sweet Tagita got me singin', baby baby babe
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| I got the sudden urge to misbehave
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| I want to take you away from all the stresses
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| Buy you nice flowers and expensive dresses
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| You don’t believe me, you think I’m cheesy?!
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| (Chorus: repeat 2X)
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| I want to feel ya, I want to know ya, I want to hold ya
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| But at the same time situations are complex
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| Cause you got particulars, I got particulars
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| Old circles are sick of us
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| Cause we’re walkin' down a prim-rose road
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| To everything and nothing
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| So can you picture past the honeymoon
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| Where you’ll beat me with a wooden spoon
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| And you got me sleepin' on the couch
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| Now I’m thinkin' who’s house is this?
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| This is my money, this is my pain
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| These are my drugs, This is my brain
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| And its never gonna be the same
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| Its just
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| (Chorus: repeat 2X)
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| I’m a one man power house succeeding within the scene
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| Son of the soil, livin' the love, livin' the dream
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| Whipper-snappers get jealous, it’s true they don’t know
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| About my x-amount of heart break, years of low dough
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| We professional, we dealin' with business
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| Revolution creep up, slap you on the nose bridge
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| Tuse’s in the back room, gettin' the dosh
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| And these women in my black book, they all quite posh
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| Still I wash my own brief, wash my own socks
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| I’m cocksure, the horny bastard’s greasy pole
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| Square peg in a round hole, too much show now
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| Some say I’m arrogant, some say I’m laid back
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| From a council flat payin' higher-rate tax
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| Who’s the dad? |
| Who’s the geez? |
| Must be me: Manuva MC
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| With a second LP, for all the girls I got the vitality
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| It’s my
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