Ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh
Even back when we were youn
I figured it out
I figured it out
I figured it out
I
My girlfriend's working down on Broadway
She's paying my bills
She wakes
Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh
I'm sick of being stoned
I'm sick of having sex
"Like, all the rest of those...label-heads...jus' want me to be
You are my radar
Taking the words right out of my
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