Um, I said, the isn't over We can still dance, but I don't have no So take a chance with me
The party isn't over, we can dance girl But I don't no rhythm So fucking take a with a nigga me, yeah, like me
Um, I said, the party over We can still dance, but I have no rhythm So fucking take a chance me
The party over, we can still dance girl But I don't no rhythm So fucking take a with a nigga Like me, yeah, me
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We're making by the campfire Camp flog gnaw, wang summer
Sat by the fire, do gentle cease to be mindless Create your
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