You ever talk so foolish; you better hide your eyes
You ever help children and let them help some fun
You better call all your best friends
And kiss 'em all nigh long
You better burn that flame
'cause if I'm against the lows
You better punch your sneakers
You're not the only one listen up for a …
I'm not your son
You better come in your home sweet
You better call for flyers
You better joys the armate
I said no thank you, how needs you
You better call your friends; you better hide your guns
You better help the children
You better help them all
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