Dance party. Dance! Dance! - In President's IPod | Текст песни

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• Dance party. Dance! Dance!
• In President's IPod

These simple chords are as simple as your thoughts
That look on your face always makes me sick, babe

It's time to fix her
I can be a dick, sir
See how you like this
I'm the nicest guy, miss

Come around, my friend
And bring your knife, yeah!
We'll decapitate a liar, a liar.

When you think about me
do you feel me near?

This is fucking ugly,
But we can show them anyway.

When you think about me
do you feel me near?


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