the last two girls i stalked in my city went
Ba ba ba ba bada ba!
We make our own mythologies
Yr
Wooo!
Don't walk, don't walk, don't walk, don't quit
Don't walk, don't
Some say, Shaun Walsh saved our city
And to a certain
Some summers, some summers
Some summers, some summers
Some summers, some summers
You look worse in the afternoon
When the light fades into
I'm coming down for the weekend
So set me up with
The sky that can, shears abandon
The ashtray spent on the
(instrumental)
If you could see me now, blended in like a
Hands down for a war economy!
And I hope it's enough,
i cant lose you in crowded rooms,
but this year we're
I guess the bar staff see this every night
They're turning
There were no female pirates
Your friends are dressed like whores
And
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