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One, two, three, four
Look at you, man, look at the band
Look at the day, don't throw it away
I need a pill and a coffe re-fill
And everythin' is gonna be alright, I swear
Look at your cat and your 80 square flat
Look at your view over Stockholm's Zoo
Maybe you're wrong but maybe I'm right
'Cause I guess I'm born black and white
You know you could be a rock and roll star
No matter who you are
It's all the same 'cause you're a real dead end
That's what you are
Believe, I'm gonna have myself a ball
Well, I don't care if you don't like
How I act when I'm on top of your wife
I'm goin' down, I'm running up
I'm walkin' zig-zag and I'm trippin' too much
So hold your fire, I'm comin' through
I've gotta kill another bottle of doom
Now everybody wanna dance with you
I cannot dance 'cause my boots are stuck with glue
Everybody wanna talk too much
But all I want is you
Look at your amount on your credit card account
A billion dollar tour but I just go far
(Heads up, legs up, stay-ups, fuck-ups)
'Cause everything is gonna be alright (right)
Well, I said, right, right, right
That's what you are
That's what you are
Believe I'm gonna have myself a bomb
And I don't care if you don't like
How I act when I'm on top of your wife
I'm goin' down, I'm runnin' up
I'm walkin' zig-zag and I'm trippin' too much
So hold you fire, I'm comin' through
I've gotta kill another bottle of doom
I'm goin' down, I'm runnin' up
I'm walkin' zig-zag and I'm trippin' too much
So hold your fire, I'm comin' through
I've gotta kill another bottle of doom
Now everybody wanna dance with you
I cannot dance 'cause my boots are stuck with glue
Everybody wanna talk too much
But all I want is you
Yeah, all I want is you
So why can't I have you?
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