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She moves the street way |
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A hitched up skirt, a symptom of the heatwave. |
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She lets go lowgrade |
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We can stay closed 'til 4am the next day |
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If it's for 5 years |
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I get a fantasy breeding babies in my nightmares |
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- My nightmares |
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If she goes the street way |
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I get a peepshow free and a pressure drop to get laid |
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If you're asking, well |
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I've just started on my breakdown |
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If you need to know |
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I've just started on my breakdown |
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She moves the street way, |
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A pretty sweet blonde, an illusion of the heatwave |
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I see her legs and shoulders |
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And picture myself as a missionary soldier |
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She kicks my mouth shut, |
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Make me go down, take a pleasure pill, just throw up |
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- Goin' down, down, down |
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He moves the street way, |
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Anything goes to release me from the heatwave |
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- Release me from the heatwave |
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If you're asking, well |
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I've just started on my breakdown |
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If you need to know |
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I've just started on my breakdown |
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- Release me from the heatwave |
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- From the heatwave |
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- A pretty sweet blonde, an illusion of the heatwave |