Lyrics:
(Aaah, aaah, aah)
I was 16 hoe lying to me
I done everything, oh yea bih' I did
Talk to me, talk to me
Talk to me, talk to me
Pretty girl
Vent to me
Dyed
traveling
The world, where we’ve been and where
We would like to go
BUT both of us were in jail … crazy!
My next conversation didn't go so well as I
Was
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
This ain't nothing funny
No ha ha
More like bye bye
When they ride by
In a drop top
In a crop top
And it's tye dyed
No peace
So it's war time
And no girls at all
But you're a fool if you should leave
Just think of the joys of rugby football
And prep in the morning and Brylcreem and acne
Bally kicks, Birkin Jeans
Clean with a dirty swing
Catch me with a bony thing
Louboutin everything
Engaged but no wedding ring
Type of woman I attract
your country, gotta service your girl
You're all enlisted in the army of the night
And I ain't in it for the power
And I ain't in it for my health
your country, gotta service your girl
You're all enlisted in the army of the night
And I ain't in it for the power
And I ain't in it for my health
your country, gotta service your girl
You're all enlisted in the army of the night
And I ain't in it for the power
And I ain't in it for my health
Olivia Newton John got married in Santa Barbara, everything was dyed to match the very special pink of her panties,
Sally got married in Bell Air to a man
You dyed your hair again, swallowed by the city lights, I don't even recognize
So open the door, and let me in
Can't you see that I'm trying?
Can we
I like about you in a way
I got a dyed haired girl just like Ramona Flowers
Every time I cried she knew it was about her
She was the one for me left
feeling that you be my shawty
Girl you giving me this feeling that I can't describe
When you walk up in the building swear you caught my eye
Feel like I can
feeling that you be my shawty
Girl you giving me this feeling that I can't describe
When you walk up in the building swear you caught my eye
Feel like I
said, "Why don't they just get rid of the guns
Like they did in Australia?"
I sat there befuddled and said
"I don't know what to tell ya
But
office from the book
On my way to the west side
Going broke but I'm feeling good
I brought my girl to keep me with it
She's a suicide blonde
Dyed by
a waitress
I saw through your pretense but in my defense
There are a few events I think will spare the censor
Sulky girl
Sulky girl, I saw you practicing
the faces of the poor,
But there'll come a time when such overt displays of wealth
Will not be tolerated by the people in the street.
In a sane society
just flown by and my memory's shit, so
But all I ever remember is you
And all I ever say is "I miss you more"
You're everything that I ever knew
You cut your hair, dyed it red, then shaved it off before anyone saw
I saw you walkin' 'round town
In those jeans your daddy wouldn't have ever
from the book
On my way to the west side
Going broke but I'm feeling good
I brought my girl to keep me with it
She's a suicide blonde, dyed by her own
Met this girl, at the end of fall
Orange hair, couldn't tell
If it was dyed or natural
Eyes pretty
That smile incredible
Had my stomach fluttering
My
wires
But come up in the world, if i twirl you fry
Got killed like a bitch hair; curled and dyed
(chorus) {3:20}
My hood (hood!), hoes (hoes!), thugs
a waitress
I saw through your pretense but in my defense
There are a few events I think will spare the censor
Sulky girl
Sulky girl, I saw you practicing
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