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Dumb kid, she gave me what for |
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Taking aim at my holy softcore |
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Heavy breathing at the naughty high school |
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Those jeans filled my day with asshole |
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Bee stings, littered wisdoms |
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Unleash the be-together dangerous freedom |
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I searched the party for the almost healers |
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Tan lines from my dirty feelings |
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This is how we kiss |
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This is how we kiss |
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Last call, little robin |
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Cinder knockers you shut up all season |
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I need the finger of the perfect lover |
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I'll never ask another |
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Little chance, Eddie Haskel |
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Tell again how you were born a rascal |
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To swing my colors at the charity chapel |
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I lost the keys to the friendship castle |
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This is how we missed |
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This is how we missed |
