It's honest, I'm ticking those boxes
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Make out like Speedy Gonzales
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Finito, a lier
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Iya iya think I'm on fire
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Flawless, look at your faces
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Two sides don't make me hate this
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I'm on it, I call it, lier lier your words expire,
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You can hit me down Sonny
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But Sonny only got so much for me
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You can hit me down Sonny
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But Sonny can't help me no more
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Hey now, hey now now, Sonny won't get me down
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He ain't got my soul he ain't got my anything now now
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Wall paint, crawling on elbows
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I make you a little no-show
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On tip-toes, behind, spin around around around and I'll find ya'
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Forecast, this is a heatwave
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I'll make you a banging headache
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Controlling, so lonely
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Lier lier jump in the fire,
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And you can hit me down Sonny
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But Sonny only got so much for me
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You can hit me down Sonny
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But Sonny can't help me no more
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Hey now, hey now now, Sonny won't get me down
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He ain't got my soul he ain't got my anything now now
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Honest, I'm packing those boxes
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Kicking you out like Speedy Gonzales
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Finito, you lier
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Iya iya your things are on fire
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Flawless, sick of your faces,
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Two sides don't make hate this,
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I'm on it, I call it, might aswell make the mo-ost of it,
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Did you ever think you'd see me,
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Like this?....
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Like this?....
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Like this?
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HEY
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Like this?
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Hit Me Down Sonny
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| The Ting Tings |
