Hey Man Testo
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Testo Hey Man
I look around and I hate everything. My only friends are the people I dream. We carved our names in the bark of a tree and you look so sweet when youre talking to me. Hey!
I shake your hand like a politician. Dinner for one, but I’m drinking for two. We looked at the cars as we drove past the bars, i'm taking your drunk ass home to the stars, taking your drunk ass home.
I’m not paying for the room upstairs. You said you wanted money, so I cut my hair. I’ll be the fly on the wall at your summer cottage, at your summer cottage.
White washed fences and gap tooth smiles are calling me home for miles and miles. The well went dry along 55 where Liam asked where I was getting high. So hey, your pretty like a sunset. And hey, you said you want a family.
I’m not paying for the room upstairs. You said you wanted money, so I cut my hair. I’ll be the fly on the wall at your summer cottage, at your summer cottage.
She had a mind of metal and malice. I was thinking of life/birds/burns in a pre-war fashion. It’s you, and it’s me.
I’m not paying for the room upstairs. You said you wanted money, so I cut my hair. I’ll be the fly on the wall at your summer cottage, at your summer cottage.
I shake your hand like a politician. Dinner for one, but I’m drinking for two. We looked at the cars as we drove past the bars, i'm taking your drunk ass home to the stars, taking your drunk ass home.
I’m not paying for the room upstairs. You said you wanted money, so I cut my hair. I’ll be the fly on the wall at your summer cottage, at your summer cottage.
White washed fences and gap tooth smiles are calling me home for miles and miles. The well went dry along 55 where Liam asked where I was getting high. So hey, your pretty like a sunset. And hey, you said you want a family.
I’m not paying for the room upstairs. You said you wanted money, so I cut my hair. I’ll be the fly on the wall at your summer cottage, at your summer cottage.
She had a mind of metal and malice. I was thinking of life/birds/burns in a pre-war fashion. It’s you, and it’s me.
I’m not paying for the room upstairs. You said you wanted money, so I cut my hair. I’ll be the fly on the wall at your summer cottage, at your summer cottage.
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