| When I said you look 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 situation’s 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,
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| 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,
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| That this would be lasting just for one single moment.
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| I just have to say,
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| You look so goddamn good,
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| I give you crazy mad props,
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| Because I know I should,
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| Okay, I’m a bit intoxicated,
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| But really, really, really, 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 and more,
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| Infatuated, just wait, please wait.
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| Encounters with police,
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| 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,
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| That this would be lasting just for one single moment.
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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 two-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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| Encounters with police,
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| 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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| When I said you look good baby,
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| I was thinking possibly or maybe,
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| When I said you look good baby,
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| I was thinking possibly or maybe,
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| Oh maybe.
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| I just had no idea,
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| That this would be lasting just for one single moment.
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| If you were driving next to you,
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| Say, on the L-I-E,
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| My eyes would become so engaged,
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| I’d float unconsciously,
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| Into the H-O-V,
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| Kill myself,
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| The guy in front of me,
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| His inflatable passengers of one, two or three. |