This girl was meant for me
And I was meant for
off into outer space you go my friends
we wish you
He went out walking
alone to find somewhere to hide
No, she
new york city i was born and raised
and i threw
I wanna be your baby...your doll
So come on and get
The night time is sweeter than a dream, since I
Follow my dress wind it's way down your streetYou're looking
Glasses dirty, the drinks are dead. Happy birthday, have this
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