There's a taste of deja vu in her chewing gum
Chews and stands at attention while she swings the man
Beautiful in the ring she boxes with her jeans
A sunny summer on the dream with a gin cocktail
A look of you see with this said John
There she feels love at first sight on this big love
She pulls up her thong in front of her James Dean
The steak is burning on the grill and Eve's white teeth are shining
An air of deja -vu in her only you
The plastic remains there when her body move
Her film instinct and her blues waddle
Here is her mime feast, she hits the mark
Y' has a sort of do-you-see tone in his wolf's face
The guy is even a little thug in his grooved look
He takes out his bling-blings in front of his eyes which shine
And drinks his drinks Your lips are all clean before you wake up dring
And you how when will the baby cry?
She mattes and calls him daddy when he drinks his sky
It's his West Side Story, missing the happy ending
He releases his best style ( oh yes) in front of her mini turkey
An air of disillusionment when midnight strikes
The little one moves on to disavowal these beautiful deals
Miss night-express file through the middle of the buildings
Breaks in his Austin to the tune of Sting
There's a taste of calories in his chewing gum
Greasy hair, flat hair, as tall as three apples
br/>She was ugly in the ring and wrestled with her jeans
Hides when Jimmy shows up with his Milady
Dreams of American Idol nestled in her head
To hide her curves behind her overalls
She doesn't even think about the slim-string equation
You might as well offer a penguin a handful of Breitlings
There's like a rhythm and blues tune in the depths of her eyes
She turns her vexed gaze away from all the handsome guys
She tells herself that one day a star smile will come
A who will have the Stetson, the face of Humphrey Bogart
One who will whisper sweet nothings to her, poo-poo-pee-doo
Who will make her walk hopping on the moonbeams
One who will take her in his Teddy North Carolina
One who to be beautiful will not need gomina
There's like a taste of curler in his chewing gum
She going to celebrate Happy Birthday in a night club
She looked pretty on the runway and goes with her style
She has sex appeal on Aretha Franklin
There's like a taste of scalpel in his chewing gum
He has the simpleton style and the sitcom look
Loads of wolves around his bulging bon-da
The evening ends on the Honda bench

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