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On a lip-lined shore feeling it
On a seven-day bender feeling it Topless in the mourning feeling it Did you screw the lid on the dapilatory tight? My homeboys and girls where it’s at... Right, and it looked like a glowing saucer floating in. And the TVs blaring theory over us And the guise making form with us And to love in sin is bound by the liberty of wails The teenage lines the club with fake school disassemblies And the wax on your abs looks tight And the sun sprays over all the ladies in the house Go ah ah tell us where we’re at Like a moviegoer’s goal is to implant the masses with genetic fashion Ah ah tell us where we’re at |
