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Walking down a foggy London street one day |
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Listenin' to the rhythm of my feet |
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Everything in my life was going O. K. |
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I bad some extra money, and all my bills |
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Were paid |
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Should I stash this extra cash |
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Or spend it on some pleasure |
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Should I throw it all away |
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And waste it on some pain |
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Pay that girl to spank me |
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With her belt of leather |
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Or feel the shower of her golden rain |
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I know it may sound crazy, |
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But it sho' nuff it the truth |
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We all have these feelings |
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And there's nothing we can do |
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I know it my way sound crazy... |
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It's a California morning, |
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Trough I never Have been there |
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I wish that I could grow some wings |
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And fly up in the air |
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People who don't like me, |
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Will look up in the sky |
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I'll lift up my tail feathers |
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And drop something in their eyes |
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Preachin' to the choir |
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Walking through the forest |
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In my birthday suit |
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Feeling free and dangling in the breeze |
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Soakin' up that sweet sunshine on my body |
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Thinkin'. "Hey, this is the life for me!" |
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Preachin' to the choir |
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Preachin' to the choir |
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Set the church afire |
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Preachin' to the choir |