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
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
if you tell the world your ugly secrets
then your only
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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