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Julie S Haircut Fever In The Funk House

Mary Ann, hold my hand, quite bad affair. I caught you lying everywhere playing pinball games. Got no time to spend with you, you?re the best right

as candy bar soft like a bubble gum And this is my call. I?ll put my arms around you, it?s the best that I can do. Gonna put my arms around you, there?s

I?m on a trip down a hill on the side of the road, I?m feelin? like a bitch but I?m not growin? old, I?m all shakin? up, I?m all goin? down, tell me

heat that sorrounds me, a woman is shouting, she?s wearing a raincoat, a confortable toilet. It?s all about the omen, a well planned project in businessman suitcase conspiracy?s

deuce, I need no salvation (Let it roll you got me on the floor yeah) It?s so sweet oh my pretty (Let it roll you got me on the floor yeah) It?s alright

way I?m waiting for that moment but it?s clearly not today and you?re really gone away and it?s hard to see there?s nothing more to say She?s smoking