3Jane, You're my Queen
Lounging around With a W magazine
No doubt Your the best
Looking so good in 10 euro summer dress
3Jane, you're it for me
Hot summer nights outside the New Beverly
Old Chevy Nova drives
Under the stars, way up the 395
It's hard to see
But things in the world are just as their meant to be
We're born and die alone
Surrounded by stars, we're never away from home.

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