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fat man slouched over the bench laughs at my transportation every time i drive by him he fills with jubilation he's laughing at my tires he's laughing at my horn and the cards in my spokes if i had time i'd tell him my story so he knows i'm not a hoax like this: my car is shot it hasn't moved an inch since 1995 so my friends and i did not have much you could call a social life we got sick of walking, sick of hitching, sick of taking hikes so we didn't buy a car or a minivan -- we all bought bikes geeks on bikes, geeks on bikes (ad nauseum) i'm up at dawn to call my friends to relay the day's big plans & before you know it our helmets are on our gloves are on our hands we drive down main to the dairy queen -- always in single file and the fun piles up behind us yeah -- mile after mile [chorus] i always drive my bike safely with mirrors and when it's dirty i was it with tears
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Virgin : Mam wszystko w...
Mam wszystko w (...) dobrze jest
Panu dziękuję
Fuck off! - to mój best
I don't want your money honey
I don't want your money honey
I don't want your money honey
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Staniesz sie tak jak nadzieja Twa
Że nikt już tylko ja
Jakie Ty w życiu cele masz?
Fura, komóra, gucci płaszcz
I don't want your money honey
I don't want your money h-
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oney
I don't want your money honey
Pokaże drzwi Ci i zielony
Staniesz sie tak jak nadzieja Twa
Że nikt już tylko ja
Tylko ja
To pa pa..
Pokaże drzwi Ci i zielony... ....
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