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Amos Tori Under The Pink

God, sometimes you just don't come through God, sometimes you just don't come through Do you need a woman to look after you? God, sometimes you just don

Someone's knocking on my kitchen door Leave the wood outside what All the girls here are freezing cold Leave me with your Borneo, I said "I don't need

Way to go Mr. Microphone Show us all what you don't know Centuries secret societies He's our commander still, space dog So sure we were on something "

I don't believe I went too far I said, I was willing, willing, willing She said she knew what my books did not I thought she knew what's up Past the

So I want to kill this waitress She's worked here a year longer than I If I did it fast, you know it's an act of kindness But I believe in peace I believe

Tears on the sleeve of a man, don't wanna be a boy today Heard the eternal footman bought himself a bike to race And Greg he writes letters and burns

: Tears on the sleeve of a man, don't wanna be a boy today. I heard the eternal footman bought himself a bike to race. And Greg, he writes letters, and

: I don't believe I went too far. I said I was willing, willing, willing. She said she knew what my books did not. I thought she knew what's up. Past

: (Uhuh... uhuh...) So I want to kill this waitress. She's worked here a year longer than I. If I did it fast, you know that's an act of kindness. (Uhuh