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I got her picture up on my wall |
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She's the type of girl who don't care at all |
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If she's on your arm all tongue's hangin' out |
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I don't mind if people hangin' around |
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Don't talk sex when it's under your breath |
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Say it loud like you wanna confess |
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Is she for real? It's so hard to tell |
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Yeah, she just smiles and her picture sells |
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She gets a rise, it gets me high |
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It's not enough when the feelin' makes me buzz |
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You know my heart is on my sleeve |
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My heart is on my sleeve |
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But when you're cool as a breeze |
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They call you king of magazines |
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I like love when it feels like a drug |
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Gettin' high off the shot of her mug |
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Her and I gotta steal away |
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No one notices if we leave today |
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Shake a tailfeather, show what you got |
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Centerfold or not we know she's hot |
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Two tickets is all that we need |
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If I'm the band, honey, she's a scene, yeah |
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She gets a rise, it gets me high |
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It's not enough when the feelin' makes me buzz |
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You know my heart is on my sleeve |
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My heart is on my sleeve |
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But when you're cool as a breeze |
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They call you king of magazines |
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She gets a rise, it gets me high |
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It's not enough when the feelin' makes me buzz |
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You know my heart is on my sleeve |
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My heart is on my sleeve |
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But when you're cool as a breeze |
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They call you king of magazines |
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You know my heart is on my sleeve |
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My heart is on my sleeve |
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But when you're cool as a breeze |
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They call you king of magazines |
