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Henry Morris
Henry Morris
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Henry Morris
Henry Morris
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Andrew Wells
Andrew Wells
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All the good men go to jail All the bad ones work in sales I'm a loser, can't you tell? In the museum, basically Behind the glass, you built a key All the perverts in their seats clawing at the seams I only follow God when he's hangin on her necklace Between her tits, I wanna be the boy That you call when you're helpless Help you into a ditch We are so romantic Sometimes I think you hate my guts She is so dramatic And I'm so in love So in love We are We are Everybody wants my baby Everybody wants my baby Everybody wants my baby Everybody wants my baby I only follow God when he's hanging on her necklace Between her tits I wanna be the boy that you call When you're helpless Help you into a ditch We are so romantic Sometimes I think you hate my guts She is so dramatic And I'm so in love So in love We are We are So in love We are We are Everybody wants my baby Everybody wants my baby Everybody wants my baby Everybody wants my baby We are so romantic Sometimes I think you hate my guts She is so dramatic And I'm so in love So in love We are We are
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