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Yellow Car I Called It Songtext
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Hey, there's a little puppy
He's screaming scrimmage, scrimmage, scrimmage for you
Wait, I think I've seen this in a movie
Once the boy drives off, he's smiling in his maroon car
Rest your head, I'll chase away the sunlight
Rest your head, girl
Hey, I'm cussing up quite a storm
Better hold my tongues before she covers her whole arm in ink that I'll regret
Age is an age, so when are we, when are we ripe?
I swear, I'll fucking regret
He's screaming scrimmage, scrimmage, scrimmage for you
Wait, I think I've seen this in a movie
Once the boy drives off, he's smiling in his maroon car
Rest your head, I'll chase away the sunlight
Rest your head, girl
Hey, I'm cussing up quite a storm
Better hold my tongues before she covers her whole arm in ink that I'll regret
Age is an age, so when are we, when are we ripe?
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