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Sumthin' for nuthin' Foolish bride call me up, beg to scratch her itch Rich old man got the needle, slipped and dropped a stitch Name the time, name the price leave you door unlocked I'll bring a toy guaranteed to put the spring in your shock Gigolo

Will we remember different summers Heads is easy Tails is harder to plan We're like a melody with no words Until we figure it out La, la, la, la, la, la I know it's simple yeah, but it's worked right up 'til now It's up to now

Underneath the wide open sky It's the dust in the air and the freedom everywhere Can't you hear it comin' alive? These are sounds goin' down in a nowhere town Makes you wanna drop it down a gear And kill a couple of beers Been waitin' all year, now it's

Damn, it feels good to be me I'll be alright Rollin' these streets all summer long Damn, I got it all figured out I got no worries that I'm worried about Coltrane love supreme It's like I caught some crazy, happy disease It feels so good Nobody blowin'

She was the one that got away The one that wrecked my heart I should've never let her go I should've begged her to stay She rolled in My little sandy town She spent the summer there A couple houses down Well it was magic in the air

'Cause I'm not fine at all I remember the make-up running down your face And the dreams you left behind you didn't need them Like every single wish we ever made I wish that I could wake up with amnesia Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you And

Listen, Little Lady this is just the worst way to spend your birthday. It's 30 degrees Thursday, you work late. You was with a perv making dirty, fake love in his Mercedes. Maybe the word, rape, sums up events that take place every night. You wanna get

All my life I've been waiting for moments to come When I catch fire and watch over you like the sun I will fight to fix up and get things right I can't change the world but maybe I'll change your mind Oh say, can you see? This is not who I'm supposed to

It look like I been cookin', it look like I been cookin' Bad bitches, fuckin' everyone of 'em Ten chains, rockin' everyone of 'em I'm in the club, bitches beggin' me to shoot 'em up With the seventeens, sixteens, there ain't a new one up Summer's gone