I love it just love itOh.. what a pretty picture now lets...Jump off the corners andSwap out the colorsKeep 'em comin' keep 'em comin'Keep 'em shorter my brethrenShimmy out another oneThought about your motherI'm fed up with the process it's nonsenseYou've got to be the farthest thing from artistsNoYou're a head on a suitI'm the living proof that you don't have to lie toKeep 'em from the truth
I think that boy's got a sweet toothSo I'll put sugar in his gas tankOhh, ohhThen I'll wash my hands clean of youI said oh boy you've got a sweet toothI've got some sugar for your gas tankOhh, ohhBut I'll wash my hands clean of you.Clean of you.....
Who doesn't love the feeling of being a strangerBreathing amongst all the people that you should callWhen you need a feelingI will continue to speakTo honor the sheepTo wreak of an easing a song of kidsCause they haven't used open meaning
They fed us the works... ahhAnd then they changed all my wordsCause I wouldn't say that to you..Cause I don't have to lieTo keep 'em from the truth
I think that boy's got a sweet toothI'll put sugar in his gas tankThen I'll wash my hands clean of you
Clean of you.
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