Oh, launched all the world's nukes this morning
Hoping it
You dig down underground now
Through the soil, through the
Playing for the bleachers now
Letting them beat you and
I dunno what brings you 'round again
I dunno what
There's a kind of music that reminds me of you
So, goin' down the Amazon in a red brick boat,
Called in sick to work today, I couldn't have gotten
Oh whoa-oh, well the Pony was funky
The Watusi was
Ellen and Ben
They met at someone's house warming party
They didn't
It coulda been good
it coulda been something special
it
If I don't have s-s-s-s-s-s-sex by the end of the
She's wearing too much lipstick tonite
A little black dress a
I love a magician
She can cut me in half
Saphire earings in the one hand
Long stem rose and cash
I rolled my eyes, burst into tears
And how appropriate
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