| Hope my mother mentioned dad will dance with me
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| I’d like to spin a while around the copperwood tree
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| There’s something about her eyes, I think her roots are rotten
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| This must be the reason she wears her hair up in knots
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| Oh no, this is so embarrassing
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| Oh, the pissing fits
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| Crying on their doorsteps and teachers losing grip
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| Some of them are so out of style, I cannot save them
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| I’ll just get whatever my salvation gave them
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| Keep the weed next to the bed
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| Light the wall, check the lip
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| Dim the lights a little lower
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| Hide your back or shrug your shoulders
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| Give the gift, then fix your hair
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| You have to get this turtleneck
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| The poor, they leave their cellphones in the bathrooms of the rich
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| And when they try to turn them off everything they switch to
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| Is just another man, in shitty suits, everybody’s cheering for
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| This must be the genius we’ve been waiting years for
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| Oh no, this is so embarrassing
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| Oh, the pissing fits
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| Crying on their doorsteps and teachers losing grip
|
| Some of them are so out of style, I cannot save them
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| This must be the death that my salvation gave them
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| Keep the good weed near the bed
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| And light the wall, check the lip
|
| Dim the lights a little lower
|
| Hide your back or shrug your shoulders
|
| Give the gift, then fix your hair
|
| You have to get this turtleneck
|
| Keep the good weed near the bed
|
| Light the wall, check the lip
|
| Dim the lights a little lower
|
| Hide your back or shrug your shoulders
|
| Give the gift, then fix your hair
|
| You have to get this turtleneck |