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Juke blastin faster slow it downif I huff and I puff san i blow it downin every disco in San Francisco
I had a chance but I missed thoughcan I write the hit though?
The kind they play on the radio stationspatience is a virtueif the agents haven'theard you, preferred youthey'll desert you like Benedict Arnold
I won't be dicked around, no
Drinking water while they are sipping winein their condo or mansion
I'm off in a tangent againbefore I make my way to the endthe sentence must mend or be bandaged.A slight disadvantage.I know we sound full but we're famished.we get feast, we get famine...all the time...
They say it takes a song so I went alongtripping and falling, bawling out my eyeswishing that I was recording.
They say I'm gonna have to waitanother week for the cake
I say oh my soul what is this ringamarole?always dealing sour card so I fold.I don't wanna get rich before I'm oldjust wanna get my belly full.we get feast, we get famine...all the time...
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