I've got the gift of one-linersAnd you've got the curse
No one is telling me the speed I should be
I'm like a rookie paramedic to a siren,Praying for an
This could be the best for me, most certainlySilly me
The way we're living makes no senseTake me back to
Songwriters: Cimato, Fred; Czum, Jeff; Falcone, Fred; Feldmann, John; Hacikyan,
Whatever you put in my hands is my life savings,
Hey miss sobrietyDo you remember meOr how to say my
I'm creeping your wayAnd these sheets aren't stopping meBecause I'm
Everyone's a let downIt just depends on how far down
So sweet I can hardly speak due to such
No one is harder on me than myselfOr so it
this is a seasonal affair so be there or be
So typicallySo typicallySoft, set back and perfectly droppedTough and learn,
I've got the gift of one linersAnd you've got the
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