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When I said you looked good baby

I was thinking possibly or maybe

We could head back to your crib

Not where I live you see

My situations quite sad

I'm still living with my mom and my dad

But really I'm going places

Even though I'm seeing three of your faces

Please, God, let's not resort to mini-mall parking spaces



Encounters with police, with my hands in the air

Encounters with police

Why ask if you don't care



I just had no idea that this would be lasting for just one single moment



I just have to say, you look so goddamn good

I give you crazy mad props, because I know I should

OK, I'm a bit intoxicated, but really I just graduated

And from where my hands are situated

Obviously, I'm growing more and more infatuated

Just wait, please wait



We could be like onions and peppers 

In a sleeping bag fajita

We could be anything you want

The way you're busting out of that wife-beater

And I know it's a bit uncomfortable here in this 2-door  seater

But you're just the right size, 

And I will always feed you and feed you and feed you



If you were driving next to me

Say, on the LIE

My eyes would become so engaged

I'd float unconsciously

Into the HOV

Kill myself, the guy in front of me

His inflatable passengers of one, two, or three



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