He said he likes it
Hear the heels click clack
He likes it he likes it
He's so right
Left out of it, left in tune
And I strum strum strum
Your song breaks in two
Sunday like every day
I'm waiting for the mailman
And I hum hum hum
It's a song that breaks in, breaks in two
When you see through, all this couldn't you
Close your eyes closed
On the rise come to my surprise
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See you all looking like that
Come on over here, sit on my lap
He feels guilty, a little guilty by he likes it, he likes it
postcard like guitar
I rise like, a red lipstick
And I run run run
He's so far away
Sunday like every day
And I run run run
I'm waiting for the mail man
It's a song that breaks in two
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