B-b-burn The Bigger Picture Songtext
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just want to be the best, I want to be the prom king. I just want to see the best, I want to be the prom king. I just want to have sex with the ex, oh dear God, it's a problem. I just want to have sex with your legs up, oh dear God, it's a problem. And there's too many, too many [...] and I'm sorry.
I just want to be the best, I want to be the prom king. I just want to see the best, I want to be the prom king. I just want to have sex with the ex, oh dear God, it's a problem. And there's too many, too many teenage sob stories and I'm sorry.
It's well documented that the guys with all the luck get the girls who didn't get the bigger busts. It's well documented that the guys with all the luck get the girls who didn't get the bigger busts, that get the bigger busts, that get the bigger busts, that get the bigger busts.
We all want to taste success so much, we all want to be loved, we want to be loved. We all want to taste success so much, we want to be worth it, to be loved, to be loved.
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I just want to be the best, I want to be the prom king. I just want to have sex with your legs up, oh dear God, it's a problem. I just want to be the best, I want to be the prom king. And there's too many, too many [...] and I'm sorry.
I want to see the earth from space.
I just want to be the best, I want to be the prom king. I just want to see the best, I want to be the prom king. I just want to have sex with the ex, oh dear God, it's a problem. And there's too many, too many teenage sob stories and I'm sorry.
It's well documented that the guys with all the luck get the girls who didn't get the bigger busts. It's well documented that the guys with all the luck get the girls who didn't get the bigger busts, that get the bigger busts, that get the bigger busts, that get the bigger busts.
We all want to taste success so much, we all want to be loved, we want to be loved. We all want to taste success so much, we want to be worth it, to be loved, to be loved.
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I just want to be the best, I want to be the prom king. I just want to have sex with your legs up, oh dear God, it's a problem. I just want to be the best, I want to be the prom king. And there's too many, too many [...] and I'm sorry.
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