Pretty girl, wreckin' bar, Ra ra ra ra yeah you are! Growin' up, I'm twice the man, Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah I am!
The angels gave F. Scott Fitzgerald, The evening news and the morning herald, I know that offer very far, but I found you passed out by the drawer!
"Where you been?" you can say, Hey hey hey hey yeah you may! That might seem a bit below? No no no it's funny though!
Let's go home I think we oughta, I know you're your Mother's daughter, Well brought up; royal blue, I haven't got the time for you!
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English boy named, presupposing, Watch out, man, that door's a-closing, This is what you get when you turn your back, A clear blue sky turning dirty black!