I don't stub out anything I need including you, babe
You know I won't put you in the ashtray when I'm through, babe
Got no money
Down the track
Hands are tied
Turning back
Chase that woman
Through a screen
She's so pretty
She's so mean
Focus livers
Time won't wait
Ballerina
Subjugate
Rusty skewer
Make her drool
She's so pretty
She's so cruel
Yeah (Yeah yeah)
I don't care what anybody says, I'm not a fatman's son
I don't need no heat resistant sympathies from anyone
Because I don't eat no unripe fruits
I don't wear no leather boots
If you hear the fatman ring
Wipe his nose before he stings
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