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A LOVE FOR THE B-SIDES
02:42
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She only listens to the deep cuts
She lives her life on the b-side
She'll only ever fuck to the deep cuts
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HERE'S THE URI
HERE'S THE URI
HERE'S THE URI
She’s tattooed every word
SHE’S DEVOTED
AND SHE SHOWS IT
She only listens to the deep cuts
She lives her life on the b-side
She only ever fucks to the deep cuts
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IT'S HER FAVORITE MUSIC
IT'S HER FAVORITE MUSIC
IT'S HER FAVORITE MUSIC
She’ll belt out every word
SHE’S DEVOTED
WATCH HER KNOW THAT
She’s gonna ask about her favorite band
She’s gonna tell you they're her favorite band
She won't shut up about her favorite band
I THINK THEY’RE CALLED DEVO
She’ll talk about her favorite band
She'll ask about her favorite band
She gonna tell you they're about her favorite band
I THINK THEY'RE CALLED CUT COPY
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IT’S HER FAVORITE MUSIC
IT’S HER FAVORITE MUSIC
She’s gonna ask about her favorite band
She won’t shut up about her favorite band
She made a mixtape of her favorite band
I THINK THEY CALLED BEACH HOUSE
She’s says they're her favorite band
She always talks about her favorite band
She won’t shut up about her favorite band
I THINK THEY’RE CALLED JONATHAN FIRE EATER
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VIRGINIA
03:21
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Virginia smothers
her state is for lovers
so she serves up a slice
of the modern life
from the tip of her knife
Serrated edge of her knife
In a halcyon daze
from this blueberry glaze
I can’t hear what she says
I take another bite
I oughta make her my wife
I wanna maker her my wife
This pie tastes like I'd better get to know you better
Server me up another slice
This pie tastes like I'd better get to know you better
Gonna need another slice, darling
You parade in my mouth, darling
This parade in my mouth, darling
You must be from the south
I fucking love your drawl
Virginia swears
she's a devil who cares
When the tip of her knife
kills my appetite
I better make her my life
the better half of my life
In a halycon state
From this food on my plate
your perfection, let's mate
Another gorgeous bite
I ought a make her my wife
the very tip of her knife
This pie tastes like I'd better get to know you better
Serve me up another slice
This pie tastes like I'd better get to know you better
Gonna need another slice, darling
You parade in my mouth, darling
This parade in my mouth, darling
You must be from the south
I fucking love your drawl
This pie tastes like I'd better get to know you better
Server me up another slice
This pie tastes like I'd better get to know you better
Gonna need another slice, darling
You parade in my mouth, darling
This parade in my mouth, darling
You must be from the south
I fucking love that drawl
I dropped onto my knees on the spot
Gave you all of my life, what I got
Was the best investment
I'm vested, matured
like the wealth of a nation ill-got
You top ex-pectations, you rock
You oughta be more proud of your stock
you are the best investment
I'm bested, I'm sure
Not shocked I proposed
Won't you marry me
Marry me
Marry me
Marry me
Marry me
Marry me
Marry me
Marry me, Virginia
You rock
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D.A.R.E.
02:07
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Just say no to saying no to drugs
You gotta say no to saying no to drugs
Just say no to saying no to drugs
Oh we should just say no to saying no to drugs
Dare to be cool
Dare to be cool
You don't have to skip class
You can do it after school
Dare to be cool
Dare to be cool
I know you wanna buy some grass
I know you want to be cool
Let's go down to the shop
They've got some premo crop
So you can dare to be cool
Dare to be cool
Just say no to saying no to drugs
Your mother said no to saying no to drugs
Nancy Reagan said no to saying no to drugs, it's true
So we should just say no to saying no to drugs
Dare to be cool
Dare to be cool
You just puff puff pass
That's the only fucking rule
Dare to be cool
Dare to be cool
But don't hog that shit
You don't want to be a tool
Let's go down to the shop
They've got some premo crop
Do you can dare to be cool
Dare to be cool
Don't be left out
Let us smoke you out
You don't wanna be left out
C'mon let me smoke you out
Don't be left out
Let us smoke you out
You don't wanna be left out
This bowl is packed, let me smoke you out
Dare to be cool
Dare to be cool
You don't have to skip class
You can do it after school
Dare to be cool
Dare to be cool
But don't hog that shit
You don't want to be a tool, mang
Let's go down to the shop
Thank god they passed that prop
So you can dare to be cool
Dare to be cool
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JOHN
03:10
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I'm in the sea
I'm in the sea
Waves rising high
The tide tried to swallow me
De Conquer to be
De Conquer to be
Swell and swell and tumble
I get so high on myself
I get so high
Raise up to me
Raise up to me
Drown in your cups
But drink a good cheer to me
De Conquer to be
De Conquer to be
Sail through hell unhumbled
I get so high on myself
I get so high on myself
I get so high
It’s coming
It's almost here
Oh Eulalie
Oh Eulalie
He's coming
I think your father's here
Better run
I get so high on myself
I get so high on myself
I get so high
I’m in the sea
I’m in the sea
Waves rising high
The tide almost toppled me
De conquer to be
De conquer to be
Swell and swell unhumble
Like cake in our hands
Like cake in our hands
He'll crumble
This glass in our hands
Like glass in our hands
He'll tumble
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SMALL TOWN SHIT
03:29
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Let's fuck
Let's drink
Let's try a little meth
Let's do a little small town shit
It's not like there's anything else
Let's fuck
Let's drink
Let's smoke a little meth
Just the once
I promise
Let's do a little small town shit
We've each burned through everything else
Been driving in circles for miles
From twilight to twilight
From twilight to twilight
Have a feeling i'm wasting my life
Aimless and waiting to die
Please pay me
I'm trying to survive
Another night with the comrades
A sunday night with the comrades
Another night with the comrades
From sun-up to blackout
It's too late now to back out
Pour me another tequila
Had a hell of a week
Let's fuck
Let's drink
Let's try a little meth
Let's do a little small town shit
We've both burned through everything else
Let's fuck
Let's drink
Let's smoke a little meth
What's the worst that could happen
Let's do a little small town shit
There really ain't anything else
Been riding in your car for miles
From twilight to twilight
From twilight to twilight
Have a feeling i'm wasting my life
Aimless and waiting to die
So blameless
And waiting to fry
Another night with the comrades
This fucking line with the comrades
Another night with the comrades
From sun-up to blackout
Another night with my dick out
But i'm having trouble
May have had a bit too much to drink
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6. |
FOR A GOOD TIME, CALL...
03:00
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If you are good to me
I'll be good to you
Won't you please be good to me
I'd love to count on you
I've had these eyes on you
I'm a good time girl
I'm a good time girl
I'm a good time girl
I'm a good time
I'm a good time girl
I'm a good time girl
I'm a good time girl
And I will rock your world
Here's my number
Save it in your phone
Call me up
When the nerves have gone
or you're feeling
Cold and alone
Just pick up your
Pick up your
Pick up your phone
Pick up your
Pick up your
Pick up your cellular phone
You know that i'll treat you right
You know that i'll treat you right
Come on by
You know that i'll treat you right
I bought a Costco pie
you know that i'll feast you right
If you are good to me
I'll be good to you
Please be good to me
I'd love to count on you
I've had these eyes on you
I'm a good time girl
I'm a good time girl
I'm a good time girl
I'm a good time
I'm a good time girl
I'm a good time girl
They call us Good Time Girl
and we will rock your world
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GOOD TIME GIRL San Diego, California
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