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    Mother was a brunette, ask hugh hef
    It’s been going on since your grandmama did the two step
    I see your style, well it’s all grown up
    Outside the bar, throwin' up
    We can watch the fish fry
    Stay home, get high
    Sittin’ on the couch and on occasion switch sides
    I see your style, well it’s all grown up
    Outside the club, throwin’ up

    Raised by the rocks stars
    Raised by the rocks stars
    At the top of the pedophile pop charts
    If you look at it from far enough, you can see the start of stuff

    Groovin’ to songs about guns and ‘hos, the sickness went undiagnosed
    It’s tough to say if you’re far enough away
    But it just might be your lucky day

    Never look up to
    Never look up to
    The hands that wanna touch you
    The hands that wanna touch you
    Don’t give it up to
    Don’t give it up to
    The hands that wanna touch you
    The hands that wanna touch you
    They don’t really love you
    They don’t really love you
    They just wanna fuck you

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    Mother was a brunette, ask hugh hef, it’s been going on since your grandmama did the two step
    I see your style, well it’s all grown up
    Outside the bar, throwin up
    We can watch the fish fry
    Stay home, get high
    Watch the same movie for the 86th time
    I see your style, well it’s all grown up
    Outside the club, throwin’ up

    Pots callin' and kettle’s wrong
    Pots callin' and kettle’s wrong
    We coulda said it when we’re dead and gone
    Coulda said it when we’re dead and gone
    See through high heels, and the 80s heavy metal song
    We're all the repercussions of the world that we grow up in
    It’s tough to say, if you’re far enough away
    But it just might be your lucky day

    Never look up to
    Never look up to
    The hands that wanna touch you
    The hands that wanna touch you
    Don’t give it up to
    Don’t give it up to
    The hands that wanna touch you
    The hands that wanna touch you
    They don’t really love you
    They don’t really love you
    They just wanna fuck you

    We could change your identity
    Change our names
    To the people we pretend to be
    We could change

    Mo-mother was a bru-bru-ne-nette, ask hugh hef-f, it’s been going on since your grandma-mama did the two-two step-uh
    I see your style, well it’s all grow-grown up-up
    Outside the bar-bar-bar-bar, throwin up-up
    We can watch the fish-uh fry
    Stay-ay home, get high-igh
    Watch the same-a movie for the 86th ti-ti-ti-ti-time
    I see your style, well it’s all grow-grown up-up
    Outside the club, a-throwin’ up

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