| What is dirt, what is dirt?
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| This is when there are three roads to her mouth at once
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| What is dirt, what is dirt?
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| This is when I'm in the trash, but I can get into it
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| What is dirt, what is dirt?
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| Thirty-three bottles, it contains a couple of grams of substance
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| What is dirt, what is dirt?
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| Speed two hundred twenty, no time and on the clock
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| After my live they leave a number
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| She rolls in a simple way, she knows that I don’t like ambition
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| She quietly, quietly, quietly hints that it's time to stomp
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| And I'll quietly pick her up and a couple more quiet ones
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| I'm a rock star for her, and not only
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| No, she is not a groupie, but for every native
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| Her face turns red from a half turn
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| Her body so wants me to touch it,
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| But don't rush
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| Pour some whiskey and wait for my family
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| Turn off the mobile, we don't need witnesses
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| I call you "small", even though you are five years older
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| Hey little one, let's go to them
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| What is dirt, what is dirt?
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| This is when there are three roads to her mouth at once
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| What is dirt, what is dirt?
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| This is when I'm in the trash, but I can get into it
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| What is dirt, what is dirt?
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| Thirty-three bottles, it contains a couple of grams of substance
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| What is dirt, what is dirt?
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| Speed two hundred twenty, no time and on the clock
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| Throw tears like money
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| I throw every time on the floor
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| Sequins, slippers, slippers, slides
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| Remember where we started
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| Like carrion at the gate, but they don't give a fuck
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| Give them something to wear
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| We turned to God
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| And he pulled me out, pulled out my relatives
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| And now she sucks, thinking that it will be "oh"
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| Hey, little one, forgive me for all this dirt,
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| But I grew up with this shit
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| Who is to blame for not saying a little earlier?
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| It would be more interesting to watch us
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| But there will be something and why to tell them, right?
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| Cool bitch wants kipish
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| She did not take her eyes off me, and you are offended
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| It is not for nothing that she says that feelings are superfluous.
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| You can't surprise her: in this she is an excellent student
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| What is dirt, what is dirt?
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| This is when there are three roads to her mouth at once
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| What is dirt, what is dirt?
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| This is when I'm in the trash, but I can get into it
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| What is dirt, what is dirt?
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| Thirty-three bottles, it contains a couple of grams of substance
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| What is dirt, what is dirt?
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| Speed two hundred twenty, no time and on the clock |