well i'm the girl for every high school guy
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yeah, i got everything
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a little shirt and a skirt so high
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every month you can spot a cotton tampon string
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i'll drop my books and then i'll bend
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and then i'll bend a little more
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everybody thinks ashley's my best friend
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well that bitch is a whore
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with a capital H-O-A-R
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ignorance is bliss
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who needs feminism, with an ass like this?
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and a capital H-O-A-R
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you guys liking what you see?
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'cause if beauty's on the inside
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you might as well go inside me
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well i'm the guy for that high school girl
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yeah, partyin' is my life
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in a few hours i'll be hittin' the gym
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and in a few years i'll be hittin' my wife
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"ya know, i like to hang loose"
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"no way, so does my crotch"
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"well i hope you brought your man juice, 'cause i bought scotch"
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with a capital one no hassle card
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stolen from my dad
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dignity's overrated
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self respect's a fad
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well i'm like a game of baseball
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'cause there's something you might catch
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well, and if you put out
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i'd say that we're a perfect
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i'd say that we're a perfect
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i guess that we're a perfect match
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a perfect match
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a perfect match
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H-O-A-R
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| Bo Burnham |
