I don't own you but I know you're mine
Never disown
The papers read that the king is dead
The people said
It's a second hand story no one wants to hear
And
Why you always want to get the best of me
I'm
Two boys on a playground,
trying to push each-other down
See the
I got something special to show you
But I suppose you've
If I could remember what makes me feel good
I'd pound
I may never get what I want,
but I'm happy just
Now everybody's looking after me,
If I'm dragging by some
Caterpillar crawling up the big phone pole
Is there somebody
You got me going
So get me out of here
I should
Dad must have been drinking, the night I was conceived
A
She had thirteen kids, each one had thirteen problems
Three uppers,
You never grow out of mischief making
You never grow out
There's just no substitute for fun
I've tried every single one
And
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