Something about you really puts me down,
You're the life of
Late at night and all alone
Late-night traffic's constant drone
A voice
Spacy sunday friend of mine
Is going to cut the red
In my house, there's a place I can hide,
When I
I was high on a molatov of cocktails
I was low
I’m wearing pigtails that my mother bought
In ’65 she was
I don't like you, but I love you
Seems I'm always,
Something about you really puts me downYou're the life of
He's in the bar, he's in your hairWith his sports
you know i couldn't be me, if it wasn't for
Ooh wop bop ba doo wop. Bop ba doo wop.
The odds have built up of the chance you're going
Some people say that what I know should be kept
Powdered rock stars just add waterPop up a treat just
And we've all got sick with our cooler than thouHolier
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