You got yourself Into a such mess that you can't get out You made your own bed So what the heck can you complain about? You're seventeen but You talk and you wiggle And walk like you're twenty-four Grown man weeping A ten point temperature rise Everywhere you go And the fact is
You're so fine that you fool the people You're so fine that you're fooling me You're so fine that you fool the people Ain't so fine When you fool your own self baby look out!
Such a mess It's such a funny situation Sassiness Got you up a tree Sticky Wicket Must confess It's an inside investigation No distress You can talk to me
Seven thirty morning Mr. Price what a day for school Bright and early Perfect little disguise For the folks you fool Midnight passion Ain't no surprise to me What you're comin' to There's red light flashin' Look out! you're going too fast What you gonna do?
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You can change it baby
London Bridge is fallin' frightful sound You can hear me calling Here's your crown In the game you make a circle Just to turn around
