When I said you looked good baby
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I was thinking possibly or maybe
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We could head back to your crib
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Not where I live you see
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My situations quite sad
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I'm still living with my mom and my dad
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But really I'm going places
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Even though I'm seeing three of your faces
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Please, God, let's not resort to mini-mall parking spaces
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Encounters with police, with my hands in the air
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Encounters with police
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Why ask if you don't care
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I just had no idea that this would be lasting for just one single moment
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I just have to say, you look so goddamn good
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I give you crazy mad props, because I know I should
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OK, I'm a bit intoxicated, but really I just graduated
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And from where my hands are situated
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Obviously, I'm growing more and more infatuated
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Just wait, please wait
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We could be like onions and peppers
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In a sleeping bag fajita
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We could be anything you want
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The way you're busting out of that wife-beater
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And I know it's a bit uncomfortable here in this 2-door seater
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But you're just the right size,
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And I will always feed you and feed you and feed you
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If you were driving next to me
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Say, on the LIE
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My eyes would become so engaged
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I'd float unconsciously
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Into the HOV
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Kill myself, the guy in front of me
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His inflatable passengers of one, two, or three
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Cut Short
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The Honorary Title |