| That’s another thing I did
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| When I lived above that flower shop
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| And I got a tattoo of a black giraffe
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| With purple spots
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| At the basement speakeasy
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| Taking blue and yellow jello shots
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| Country to country
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| Cheeky monkey with a gold watch
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| Foreign hip hop spots
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| Wearing shirts and
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| I’m nice when the mic’s on
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| I’m nice with a head nod
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| Left all that chowder shit
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| You know what I mean?
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| She said slow
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| While we ordered our third bottle
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| Before we danced by the clear lagoon
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| In the beginning of June
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| And we hugged and kissed fuzzy
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| Slipped our shoes off and drank bubbly
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| Talk snuggly compliments
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| In the swinging chair
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| In the starry air
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| We ended up sleeping on a futon
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| The brass fan almost kept us cool
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| We were in the pool
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| After sweaty cool times and giggles
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| Sliced pickles
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| And tickles |