put your lips in a pucker and keep them there and keep talking like the waitress down at the lantern what's worse then your refusal is my not wanting to
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post card charm in a box in the attic tell it all on the phone like something new so unusual what's worse than your refusal is my not wanting to
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something 'bout the same old patterns it's not lost on me
grave yard crosses and four way stop signs heads or tails you win i don't remember who i am what's worse than your refusal is my not wanting to i heard i was all wrong it got back to me
small town small town small town shit Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
