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White Gold

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pi*s-poor, ridin high, sunbathin' fire-side,
We're here for the p*rn of the sirloin,
Get your T-bone,
Let your backbone slide,
Tunnel and sky collide,
Lose friends to the air waves and the airlines.

I wanna make it right,
Some future in my eyes *bright*
Hush- don't explain,
When you water down my name,
I'll be up too late,
Call me when you get,
Better at your game,
You haven't beat me yet.

The waitress,
The actress,
Got the skin and the bones,
With the hairbrush and an air brush,
She'd be white gold.
She asked the pi*s-poor,
"Why you lookin' for that party in the sky?
It's just a movie about a movie too old to die."

But I'm gonna make it right
Future in my eyes *bright*
Hush- don't explain,
When you water down my name,
I'll be up too late,
Call me when you get,
Better at your game,
You haven't beat me yet,
-Though my vision is strainin'

I'm gonna make it right
Some future in my eyes *bright*
Hush- don't explain,
When you water down my name,
I'll be up too late,
Call me when you get,
Better at your game,
You haven't beat me yet.

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