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If you got a sweet tooth, |
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You can taste my watermelons |
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If the swing set bores you |
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I can show you all my talents |
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I can wear a tail, like all the bitches can't |
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You can have all this, boy! |
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And there's only one thing that I want from you |
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Come on, let me ride your bicycle |
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It's so fantastical, on your bicycle |
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We can get a little more physical |
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Baby, after all, it's only natural |
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I feel it comin', comin', comin' |
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I feel it runnin', runnin', runnin' |
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Come on, let me ride your bicycle |
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It's so fantastical, I'm your bicycle |
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You want to ride my bicycle |
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You want to ride my bike |
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If the world starts freezing, |
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I can make it hot and humid |
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If you get a bee-sting, |
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I can suck out all the poison |
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I can make you last, |
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Like all the bitches can't |
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Have I made it clear, boy? |
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There's only one thing that I want from you |
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Come on, let me ride your bicycle |
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It's so fantastical, I'm your bicycle |
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We can get a little more physical |
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Baby, after all, it's only natural |
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I feel it comin', comin', comin' |
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I feel it runnin', runnin', runnin' |
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Come on, let me ride your bicycle |
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It's so fantastical, I'm your bicycle |
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I'm only fucking with you |
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Fuck you for thinking it's true |
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I'm not like the sluts in this town |
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They make me blehh in my mouth |
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I wanna ride on your bike |
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Cause you're the boy that I like |
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It's like I'm a sell out for you |
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But your bike's so shiny and new |
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Eminem: |
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She's distracted, by my reflectors, man, |
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I can tell the chick is attracted |
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My wheels spoke to her, my Schwinn is a chick magnet |
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Bagging up chicks like a bag of chips |
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With a bag of prophylactics as big as Mick Jagger lips |
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Shagging's not something |
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I'm a pro at, but I ain't practicing sh-t Allen, Iverson has safe sex, |
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Condoms are for practice, man, I skip practice |
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Flip backwards while I flip this bike on its banana seat |
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My fantasy is to have you land where the kick-stand is |
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Got this b-tch gagging, they call me the broad killer |
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I'm the cousin of Godzilla |
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Cause I spit fire and my dick is draggin' |
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Zig zaggin' up the avenue, pulling these chicks in my antagonist |
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Waggin', screamin' |
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Come on, let me ride your bicycle |
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It's so fantastical, on your bicycle |
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We can get a little more physical |
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Baby, after all, it's only natural |
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Yeah? I feel it comin', comin', comin' |
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I feel it runnin', runnin', runnin' |
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Come on, let me ride your bicycle |
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It's so fantastical, I'm your bicycle |
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You want to ride my bicycle |
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You want to ride my bike |
