I'm, I'm good at wasting time,
I think lyrics need to rhyme,
And you're not asking,
But I'm tryin' to grow a mustache.
I eat cheese,
But only on pizza, Please,
And sometimes on a homemade quesadilla,
Otherwise it smells like feet to me.
And I,
I really like it when the moon looks like a toenail,
And I Любовь it when Ты say,
My na-e-a-e-ame.
If Ты wanna know,
Here it goes,
Gonna tell Ты theres,
A part of me for show,
If we're close gonna let Ты see,
Everything,
But Remember that Ты asked for it.
I'm tryin' t'do my best to impress,
But it's easier to let Ты take a guess,
At the rest,
But Ты wanna hear what
Lives...
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