i like becky's amplifier,
love to hear her sing
know
i can't tell you what i want and i can't
Going down just to get my fill in Hell
Going down
i'm on fire for you otnight
and everything is sweet and
white skin laid to rest
still pretend that i know best
feed
i find a hatchet
i can't move the axe, oh
i tear
call it a day, nothing to say
maybe it's easy that
Oye, los pobres
Hay plata
Dinero
Oye, la gente
Que trabajando
Escondibos vivir
O
i leave it all to you
part and parcel, with your
it's all around it's all you conceal
it's all around
it's all
she's a sweet piece
she's got suckers for eyes
she's a queen
i searched the ocean for a girl like you
climbed a
and insulin and television fill my head, yeah
i'm not so
i know you got a great big hammer
i know you
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