hey i think you're cute. would you like to be my new best friend? we can talk for hours or just lay in bed. you're just the kind of kid i could grow
Hey i think you're cute. would you like to be my new best friend? we can talk for hours or just lay in bed. you're just the kind of kid i could grow
Hey, I think you're cute Would you like to be my new best friend? We can talk for hours or just lay in bed You're just the kind of kid I could grow old
hey i think you're cute. would you like to be my new best friend? we can talk for hours or just lay in bed. you're just the kind of kid i could grow old
and I pray that when I go, I can die smokin Go to the funeral, My homie's dead, He passed away Got caught up in the wrong place, Got blasted hey It's
the check's in the mail. No, really! Stop draggin' my car around! Oh man, I just got the hub caps painted! Stop draggin' my car around! Hey! Hey, I left a sandwich in the backseat
you're asleep In a fast car, super-bad, broads backseat That's me, see, I'm nothin' nice, fuck a couple knifes See the moon say goodbye and the sun treatin
check's in the mail, no, really Stop draggin' my car around Oh man, I just got the hub caps painted Stop draggin' my car around Hey! Hey! I left a sandwich in the backseat
da dun dun Dun da da dun da da dun da da dun dun Dun da da dun da da dun da da dun dun Beat goes on Hey, hey, baby girl, you and me Need to go to your
" Hey, Tori came by, Tori came by tonight Hey, Tori came by, she says to say goodbye Looked outside at the car in the drive And the suitcase on the backseat
backseat of that automobile Teaching each other what felt right Platter-pushin' on the phonograph all night Hey we were gonna set the world on fire My old rock n' roll baby goodbye
check's in the mail. No, really! Stop draggin' my car around! Oh man, I just got the hub caps painted! Stop draggin' my car around! Hey! Hey, I left a sandwich in the backseat
nicely. so i wrote you a love song. it's got words and it rhymes. it's got my untuned guitar. i can mention our inside jokes. or how we say goodbye in the backseats
high and I pray that when I go, I can die smokin Go to the funeral, My homie's dead, He passed away Got caught up in the wrong place, Got blasted hey
