cash advances and jenny's back on campus
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i can't believe that it's september
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said jenny what's the story, all the chicks in her sorority
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asked her how she spent the summer
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said i interned at some law firm, i got a little sunburned
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i saw some raver kid get murdered
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i met a guy, and this guy i met he got me high
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and the drum and bass sounds a lot like rollin' thunder
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and the blue looks beautiful as it tops off the torch
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you don't have to go inside to buy, you can buy it off the porch
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twenty-seven lovers in the back half of the summer
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i know you think that's way too many
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but the x makes me feel sexy and the sex makes me feel empty
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the alcohol destroys me
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and i did it in a disco with some guy from san francisco
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who looked a lot like roger daltry
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and the night of all that bloodshed i was kissin' on some crackhead
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who said he knew about a party, he keeps it in his mouth in those crazy chipmunk cheeks
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i gave him fifty and he kissed me, spit a little treat between my teeth
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i think we're starting to peak
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woke up at some hedonistic rodeo
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with cowboys kissing cowboys, trading magazines for videos
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god bless the radio, all that fine fine music without all the messed up musicians
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and dwight's a magician, he gets sensible people makin' terrible decisions
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her name was sally but they all called her sal mineo
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she was lit up like an arson but she burned out like arsenio
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her name was sandy but they all called her san antonio
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she can't remember where she slept last night but she won't forget the alamo
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sandy, don't forget our alibi
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