Oh oh oh let’s go
My Fender strat sits all alone
Collecting dust in the corner
I haven’t called any of my friends
I’ve been MIA since last December
My blackberry’s filled up with E-mail
My phone calls goes straight through to voicemail
Cuz on the street, o under the covers
We are stuck like two pieces of velcro
At the park, in the back of my car
It doesn’t matter what I do,
No, I can’t keep my hands off you
(can’t keep my, can’t keep my)
Can’t keep my hands off you
(can’t keep my, can’t keep my)
There’s fungus growing in the icebox
All I got left are frutas Roll-Ups
My clothes are six...
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