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It's honest, I'm ticking those boxes |
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Make out like Speedy Gonzales |
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Finito, a lier |
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Iya iya think I'm on fire |
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Flawless, look at your faces |
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Two sides don't make me hate this |
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I'm on it, I call it, lier lier your words expire, |
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You can hit me down Sonny |
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But Sonny only got so much for me |
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You can hit me down Sonny |
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But Sonny can't help me no more |
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Hey now, hey now now, Sonny won't get me down |
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He aint' got my soul he ain't got my anything now now |
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Wall paint, crawling on elbows |
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I make you a little no-show |
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On tip-toes, behind, spin around around around and I'll find ya' |
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Forecast, this is a heatwave |
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I'll make you a banging headache |
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Controlling, so lonely |
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Lier lier jump in the fire, |
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And you can hit me down Sonny |
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But Sonny only got so much for me |
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You can hit me down Sonny |
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But Sonny can't help me no more |
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Hey now, hey now now, Sonny won't get me down |
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He aint' got my soul he ain't got my anything now now |
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Honest, I'm packing those boxes |
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Kicking you out like Speedy Gonzales |
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Finito, you lier |
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Iya iya your things are on fire |
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Flawless, sick of your faces, |
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Two sides don't make hate this, |
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I'm on it, I call it, might aswell make the mo-ost of it, |
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Did you ever think you'd see me, |
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Like this?... |
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Like this?... |
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Like this? |
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HEY |
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Like this? |
