I love everyone
Everybody underneath the sun
I think you're all the
Love is a thing that I can't describe
It sounds so
I'm an open book
You can take a look
There's nothing I
One, two, a one two three
Well we get along
Yeah we
Surly girl, you got all the glamour in the world
But
I always used to have someone to...come home to...
But knowing
Come on people, what's the matter with you?
The few got
There's something wrong inside of you
If you can do the
One day i was sleeping and i was taken high
Through
If you tell the world your ugly secrets
Then your
i've got a bone to pick with you
i've got a
I'm a butcher and a barber
And I live down by
You recall when he hated me
And pretended that he didn't
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