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now And ooh, baby's got a hand Full of things she calls excuses Yeah, you're real pretty, pretty You're pretty strong out for a girl Maybe there's a

ball She drives a silver Mercedes made in the 80's Swears and stares at the buck head ladies As she straddles me lovely While she's scratching my back While she's

Hang up before it's too late And the back flipping, spike-haired preachers preaching Through their headset mics Saying, "God is the new Elvis And he?s

sleep A song without a chorus, This is my first attempt 'cause that would really bore us And the title would go limp But these words just keep on shooting Out

let's go to the coffee shop dressed as we are And make people think it's what we do All day, we sing la la la All night we go lah lah lah All morning

than she deserved Like those cheesy 80's movies She epitomized all things We'd come to know Beachwood was a boheme From the sexy 60's scene Grew up east

wrong way for certain make up your own version sing along whats it this week? perhaps a little game of poker? and the import by the Lets go out tonites