meet the limbo

sue your ma

eat the ashtray during the party

why at the parties

parties are fun

I left the party (why?)

gotta find something more fun

little walk might fresh my mind

nowhere to go, nowhere to hide

sneaking around, sneaking around

I wonder why, I didn’t mind

now I take a look at the stars

my mind is flying straight to the mars

ough it looks like it should

I gotta a feeling

I’m there’s, there’s for good x6






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