Super fly black hair
Swinging out everywhere
I touched you and my
When I wake up in the sunlight
And look in to
I burn the pages in my head
But the memories
Hey, you're beautiful and I don't mind
You know I wanted
I was walking down the street
With my guitar
You pulled up
I hate it when I come home
and you're already asleep
I
What if we did what we were told
What if we
I was walking down the streetWith my guitarYou pulled up
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