| I’m put together so beautifully
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| Big wet bottle in my fist
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| Big wet rose in my teeth
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| I’m a perfect piece of ass
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| Like every Californian
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| So tall I take over the street
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| With high-beams shining up my back
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| A wingspan unbelievable
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| I’m a festival
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| I’m a parade
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| And all the wine is all for me
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| And all the wine is all for me
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| And all the wine is all for me
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| I’m a birthday candle in a circle of black girls
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| God is on my side
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| Cause I’m the child-bride
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| I’m so sorry but the motorcade will have to go around me this time
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| Cause God is on my side
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| And I’m the child-bride
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| And all the wine is all for me
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| And all the wine is all for me
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| And all the wine is all for me
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| I carry the dollhouse safe on my shoulders
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| Through the black city
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| Nightlights are on in the corners
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| And everyone’s sleeping upstairs
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| All safe and sound, all safe and sound
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| I won’t let the psychos around
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| All safe and sound
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| I won’t let the psychos around
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| I’m in a state
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| I’m in a state
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| Nothing can touch us my love
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| I’m in a state
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| I’m in a state
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| Nothing can touch us my love |