That I would be good even if I did nothing That I would be good even if I got the thumbs down That I would be good if I got and stayed sick That I would
Are you still mad I kicked you out of bed? Are you still mad I gave you ultimatums? Are you still mad I compared you to all My forty year old male friends
We could bounce, skate and rock play that old school I like Okay, here we go take it back let's get it funky I'm a R&B junkie, you know it babe Groove
Buzilla baby Catch a four leaf clover Maybe we'll get over Try and love might come your way Here I am, on a cloud If you want me take the chance try
Yeah, this pimping stay open all night Check this out jellyroll... [snoop dogg] We do break hoes We don't fuck with fake hoes Yeah, we make hoes Strip
hard to quit but you'll never admit You're the junkie There's no reasoning why 'cause the mirror don't lie You're the junkie Junkie Junkie Junkie Junkie
much junkie business Too much junkie business Too much junkie business I don?t wanna fuck around with you Too much junk, too much junk Too much junk, too much junk
My, my, I'm sick as I could be Some people call me a junker 'Cause I'm loaded all the time I just feel happy And I feel good all the time Some people
full, full of junk Thinks he'll hide in his room Room too full, full of junk He turns on his TV, TV full, full of junk Processed zombies pushing junk Junk food, junk
You live your life Just to let yourself go You are the lowest The lowest of the low Beg for me crawl for me Down on your knees You're a sex junkie You
It's how she gets her fix Another midnight monkey How'd she get those kicks Just a rock 'n' roll junkie Hey, hey, hey She's a rock 'n' roll junkie
Oo he's a sly one He's a razamataz man He flew in from Singapore On a flying junk man Oo he's a devil Oo and the devil's gonna bring you down Oo he's
go the lights If you keep on messin' with the Junk Yard Dawg Don't jump the fence boy, you got no sense Don't go messin' with the Junk Yard Dawg He
knew that you were insane With your pain I never thought you'd be a junkie Because heroin is so passe But I never thought you'd be a junkie Because
Baby hit the back door breathin' real heavy Said the boys in the alley wouldn't leave her alone Mama did her make-up in a terrible hurry She finally got
Stepping into small life nowhere England Shaking hands with the big life idiots I was Trying to pick up some ordinary-ness From the shopping bag inspirational
we found a deli-store but this wasn't what we wanted Junk Food is the only exception Junk Food is the rule over everything Junk Food and some chocolate ice-cream Junk
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