| One plush summer you come to me ripe and ready
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| And bad through and through
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| With that deep mystical soul synergy pumping steady
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| Between me and you
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| Lovin' all the beautiful work we’ve done, cara mia
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| And it’s barely July
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| If we keep on boppin' until Labor Day
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| Li’l miz Abbie — bye bye
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| What will it be — some soothing herb tea?
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| That might be just the thing
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| Let’s say we spike it with Dilaudid
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| Or else — maybe tonight a hand of solitaire
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| Flame is the game
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| The game we call gaslighting Abbie
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| It’s a luscious invention for three
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| One summer by the sea
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| With the long weekend that’s comin' up fast
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| Let’s get busy
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| There’s just too much to do
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| That black mini looks just like the one she’s been missin'
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| Feels good on you
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| There’s a few items we need in town — allez-vous girl
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| There’s no time to waste
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| Such as fresh cable and fifteen watt bulbs
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| Couple dozen — it’s a big old place
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| Let’s keep it light — we’ll do a fright night
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| With blood and everything
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| Some punky laughter from the kitchen
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| And then — a nice relaxing hand of solitaire
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| Flame is the game
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| The game we call gaslighting Abbie
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| It’s a luscious invention for three
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| One summer by the sea
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| You can choose the music
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| I’ll set up my gear
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| Later on we’ll chill and watch the fireworks from here
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| How can you knock this mighty spitelock
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| Check out the work itself
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| A mix of elegance and function
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| That’s right — a tweak or two and then she’s out of here
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| Flame is the game
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| The game we call gaslighting Abbie
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| It’s a luscious invention for three
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| One summer by the sea |