I strut my stuff yeah I'm so strung out
I'm high as a kite I just might stop to check you out
Let me go on like a blister in the sun
Let me go on big hands I know your the one
Body and beats I stain my sheets I don't even know why
My girlfriend she's at the end and she is starting to cry
Let me go on like a blister in the sun
Let me go on big hands I know your the one
Thursday, August 04, 2005
When I'm walking
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