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Bang
Bang
I live downtown you see, midnight lovers and all that shit.
I can’t stand em’.
Every time I look out my window, I see lips collide,
awkwardly, of course
The guy thinks he’s the bomb-dot-com
backslash backslash “What happen to Osama, Obama?”
But he’s not on Youtube, he’s not rap’n or cap’n.
Her lips were flap’n in the wind, and touchdown Johnny, you hit em.
I must sound like hater, or a poor boy who never kissed a girl,
but I have.
I kissed a girl once, right on the lips.
The setting was perfect,
the credits were rolling, her eyes were closed,
the works.