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If I can't have everything well then just give me a taste
Desperately seeking Sonic
We'll have a good time baby don't you worry
Have that bitch make me some blueberry pancakes
Tilt your head back - let's finish the cup
Glorious wastings of my time
I'd like to turn off time and kill my mind
But if you lose, the devil gets your soul
We'll hitch-hike, bus, or yellow cab it
Third verse, same as the first!
Sounds like somebody's gotta case of the Mondays
Now let me see you shake your rump like a rump shaker
I got a lust for life - ooooh
Little pink houses for you and me
Another one bytes the dust
Oh no - you're invited but your friend can't come
This sort of thing ain't my bag, baby!
For the guy who has everything
To the heart, tick tock you don't stop
On the cover of the Rolling Stone
Get back to where you once belonged
Not yet a woman - brought to you by Botox
This used to be my playground
Two tacos shy of a fiesta platter
The battle of who could care less
Deliver the letter, the sooner the better
'Cuz I can't be your Superman...
Goddess on a mountain top
Lovely Spaaam! Wonderful Spaaam!
Let's hop on the good foot and do the bad thing!
Does this floss make my butt look big?
What's your definition of dirty, baby?
An Apple a day keeps Ctrl+Alt+Delete away
It's an institute you can't disparage
Can't sleep - clowns will eat me
Two trailer park girls go 'round the outside
Saturday night's alright for fightin'
Everything I would like to be
Fame, makes a (wo)man take things over
I'm not dead! I'm getting better!
Now we know who we're looking for
Death awaits you all with nasty, big, pointy teeth
Hopelessly devoted to you
Today's the day we'll say 'I do'
And my heart breaks for the 137th time this week
Surf me baby, one more time