Sky diver, your pants are on fire and the rest of your clothes is glowing
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And for some strange reason, your nose is growing
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My skin is crawling, everybody's chin is falling,
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jaws are dropping left and right
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Lost cause you came like a thief in the night
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With nice white teeth and a tight ass and long conversation
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Fascinating feeling to spend months in your company
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I never felt uncomfortable, even with my clothes off
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Chillin so hard, my ass almost froze off
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Everybody shows off and wants to look presentable
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But the fact of the matter is that accidents are preventable
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From the sound of the candy wrappers
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Down to the handicappers
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Everybody's got to exercise a little caution
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But every so often expect things to get hectic or
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Technically difficult and I begin to get skeptical
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Especially when the canadian bacon gets sizzlin
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Isn't it a sin when the ceiling is invisible
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We need new inventions that reveal peoples true intentions
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A portable pride protector, affordable lie detector
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The wild lifestyle has the tendency to intimidate
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But it isn't your invitation to imitate
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In front of my face, you spoke my gospel like an apostle
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But on the other side of town, you got coke in your nostril
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Just for example, we all want to live a bit
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Whatever, it's your body of water, why should I give a shit
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Who are you anyway, and where did you come from
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Dumb, dumb, just when I thought I could trust someone
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The mask comes off, and your face fades away
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You radiate eighty-eight full shades of gray
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Black and white rainbow, you know you ain't acting right
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Game show hostess, stabbing every back in sight
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The time has come to thicken the blood
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And make no mistake, I'm a stick in the mud
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I'm a kick in your pants and I'm a lump in your throat
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And I'm the hassle in your castle, I'm going to jump in your moat
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Splash, hypocritical condition the hospital
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Makes this mission impossible
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Pretty much, I've got no patients left and as a physician or doctor
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It puts me in an awkward position
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No magician can trick me, or lick me with a cattle whip
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So what makes you think you can sink my battleship
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We ain't family, drama queen, the camera's rolling
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Show me your swollen mammaries before the moment's stolen
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Slow-motion Picasso, wearing the wool socks
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And coming with the full clip, I'm sick of this bullshit
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Who are you anyway, and where did you come from
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Dumdum, just when I thought I could trust someone
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The mask comes off, and your face fades away
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You radiate eighty-eight full shades of gray
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Pants On Fire
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| Buck 65 |
