Underneath the water, where everything is pretty
I met the girls
You called me last night
On the telephone
And I was glad
In your bed, I live my life
I count sheep, black
i saw your town
i saw your street
i saw your house
where
Hey there, Green Eyes!
Sunshine and apple pie.
How come
my parents want me to come home
theyre worried cause im
I drown in your pool
I'm hot in your pool
Nothing ever
Meet me down on the corner;
we’ll talk it over.
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