bow chicka wow wow

I gotta leather couch
and a black mic
and we all alone
what it sound like
the night was dead
we found life
I know I talk shit
but it sound right
you say you can’t
but that’s affair
gotta give something
something’s gotta give
I bet you love it
I went to bed
Now we went up … cigarattes

bow chicka wow wow bow chicka wow wow

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