I'm going back to 505,
If its a 7 hour flight
Running off over next doors garden
Before the hour is done
It's
Well the morning was complete.
There was tears on the steering
You used to get it in your fishnets
Now you only
Stop making the eyes at me, I'll stop making the
Now then Mardy Bum
I see your frown
And it's like looking
In a foreign place, the saving grace was the feeling,
That
Ask if we can have six in, if not we'll
It’s ever so funny, I don’t think you’re special I
Do the bad thing,
Take off your wedding ring,
But it wont
This house is a circus, berserk as fuck
We tend to
One look sends it coursing through the veins oh how
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