Song by Zebrahead<br /><br>
There's this girl I don't know. <br>
Comes by every year or so. <br>
And if I get the mail before my mom does than I'll stay out of trouble. <br>
She'll change every year, even pretty without beer. <br>
She doesn't care about my hair, my car, my tiny pee pee in the mirror. <br>
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(CHORUS) <br>
Whoo, Yehhh, She's finally here. <br>
Whoo, Yehhh, she comes one time a year. <br>
Whoo, yehhh, she's finally here. <br>
Whoo, Yehhh, my plamate of the year. <br>
She moves me. She makes me grow. <br>
I'm so happy, and boy does it show. <br>
Now she's going to my head, (going to my head). <br>
I'm gonna make this milky clear, you're my, playmate of the year.<br>
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Hello, how are you? <br>
It's great to see you too. <br>
Let's grab a sock, it's time to rock. <br>
And afterwards you never wanna talk. <br>
We always agree, who's in charge here is me. <br>
We never fight you know I'm right, it's always straight between you and me.<br>
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Let me go down on this girl for a day. <br>
We can spin the bottle, everyone can hear her say. <br>
That I was the best that she's ever had. <br>
She can be my playmate, she can call me dad. (CHORUS)<br>
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