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Mommy mommy, look it's sea glass |
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I didn't hate her, (who,) i didn't hate her |
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Oh the girl with the poetry |
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I don't know this women was so amazing |
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She was like this bossy bitch |
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And the minute she went to, to read her poetry |
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The thing that irritated me most about her was |
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She had this big portfolio that she brought with her |
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Are you happy in the summer time |
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Are you happy in the summer time |
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Just --her being was irritating |
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Just her presence the minute i met her |
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Hand moved as she did her poetry, her poetry,her polish poetry |
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So we're all like waiting to hear this polish poetry |
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Like if she's going to translate something out of something |
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And she went on three minutes on polish, |
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Huh, huh |
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Then i woke up in the morning |
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Long legs and candlelight |
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She will be mine tonight |
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Are you happy in the summer time |
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Are you happy in the summer time |
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I've seen you walking, seen you walking, |
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Seen you walking, seen you walking, |
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Pictures upon a screen |
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In someone else's dream |
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You will be mine tonight |
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Walking into my dream, into my dream |
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Are you happy in the summer time |
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Are you happy in the summer time |
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You will be mine tonight |
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Walking into my dream, my dream |
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Mommy mommy, look it's sea glass |
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She was like this bossy bitch |
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All the other readers, |
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You know brought their papers and just small pieces, |
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Small pieces ..she was amazing |