I D.A.R.E. David Bowie To Drive Drunk
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why are all my teeeth on the floor I can't pick it up, without picking you up So I'm asking that fine young debutant and the man in the mirror exactly what the fuck I did with my keys last night. Woah, I'm so fucked up I can't feel me lungs So now I'm filling you up With motion sickness love I'm filling you up with with motion sickness love So now I'm filling you up With motion sickness love Like a lazy fuck, who can't get off her back You got to get on top to keep me coming back So I'm asking that fine young debutant, one last time exactly what the fuck I did with my keys, last night So I'm filling you up With motion sickness love I'm filling you up With motion sickness love So I'm filling you up With motion sickness love So I'm filling you up With motion sickness love I should have thought you out Before I took off your clothes So I'll just fill your throat
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