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Your hair hangs in golden steps |
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You're a bonafide in every respect |
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You are walking through streets that mean nothing to you |
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You believe you're above it and i don't really blame you |
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Maybe that's why you speak like a child; |
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The things you're saying like "i'm so free and so wild" |
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And i believe it when you look in my eyes; |
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You offer me a life, and never lies |
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Least only the kind to make me smile |
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Your clothes are clean and your mind is productive |
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It shops in store where only the best buy |
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You're cool and hard, and if i sound like a lecher |
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It's probably true, |
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But at least there's no lecture |
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I really like it when you speak like a child |
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The crazy sayings like "i'm so free and so wild" |
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You have to make a bargain with me now |
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A promise that you won't change somehow |
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No way, now how |
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Spent all day thinking about you |
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Spent all night coming to terms with it |
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Time and conditions are built to tame |
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Nothing lasts with age, so people say |
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But i will always try to feel the same |
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I really like it when you speak like a child |
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I really like it when you speak like a child |
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The way you hate the homely rank and the file |
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The way you're so proud to be oh, so free and so wild |
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I really like it when you speak like a child |
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I really like it when you speak like a child |
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I really like it when you speak like a child |
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The way you're so proud to be oh, so free and so wild |
