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A Wah Wahhh song
Punch drunk
By my oh my...
funk
Oh the cold cocked
rhythm and these blues
Uhm...hmmmm... shaking my dropped
Dripping head..
Shook my smile yesterday
It took two to take...
Quick flick.. tick again...
she slid right off
Like turrets
Flying a fuck
Like a cheap date
Tossing a Marlboro
Quickly
Carelessly
What a monster
This new normal
And its contrary Benefits
I screw a Joan Jett curly lip
Circa Runnaways angst
Leather jacket
And serious strappy heels
That kind of contrary
But filled with Rock n Roll
Lust and undercurrent
A whiskey’d throat to my silent
My oh my...
Icky Thumped lick to its rip
(Hear that guitar)
So you know, I probably appear pretty cool here..
But my future is bright
(I gotta wear shades?)
I might just get...
Cool as black ice
Tattooed on my hand
I might just get...
Over it
By my oh my...
funk
Oh the cold cocked
rhythm and these blues
Uhm...hmmmm... shaking my dropped
Dripping head..
Shook my smile yesterday
It took two to take...
Quick flick.. tick again...
she slid right off
Like turrets
Flying a fuck
Like a cheap date
Tossing a Marlboro
Quickly
Carelessly
What a monster
This new normal
And its contrary Benefits
I screw a Joan Jett curly lip
Circa Runnaways angst
Leather jacket
And serious strappy heels
That kind of contrary
But filled with Rock n Roll
Lust and undercurrent
A whiskey’d throat to my silent
My oh my...
Icky Thumped lick to its rip
(Hear that guitar)
So you know, I probably appear pretty cool here..
But my future is bright
(I gotta wear shades?)
I might just get...
Cool as black ice
Tattooed on my hand
I might just get...
Over it
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