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Slap you on the back behind.My old boot heels be smokin.
I kinda hope we get stuck.We got Hell to pay.
Yeah, you got to play it smart.Stand on the seashore lookin' at the city.
The Coney Island white fish boy is on the run again.On the rich folks who get rude. Feeling your heart beating.I drink to you alas.
She just love my big ten inch.Take part in murderous deeds.
Man, she said, this life is a drag.Blades gonna flash when the street gangs clash.
A bright yellow sun.Sometimes the love you get ain’t good enough.
I kinda hope we get stuck.We got Hell to pay.
Yeah, you got to play it smart.Stand on the seashore lookin' at the city.
The Coney Island white fish boy is on the run again.On the rich folks who get rude. Feeling your heart beating.I drink to you alas.
She just love my big ten inch.Take part in murderous deeds.
Man, she said, this life is a drag.Blades gonna flash when the street gangs clash.
A bright yellow sun.Sometimes the love you get ain’t good enough.