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He walked on down the hall...
Walked on down the hall
He said, "mother..."
"father, i want to kill you..."
"mother...
I want to cook you breakfast...
I want to cook you breakfast, mother...
Mother...i wanna cook you breakfast...
Then i wanna...i wanna borrow the car...
Then i wanna borrow the car...
Then i wanna..."
Ooooooooooh
Trying to make a woman match your moves
Ooooooooooh
And i'm sharing in the weekapaug groove
Trying to make a woman match your moves
Ooooooooooh
And i'm sharing in the weekapaug groove
Trying to make a woman match your moves
Ooooooooooh
And i'm sharing in the weekapaug groove
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