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Three little birds sat on my window
Maybe sometimes we've got it wrong, but it's alright
Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow
Blue as the sky, sunburnt and lonely
Maybe sometimes we feel afraid, but it's alright
Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow
'Twas more than I could take, pity for pity's sake
Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
Oh, you're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow
Cum girl, I'm tryna get your pussy wet
Finger fuck your pussy like you want some, girl
A man was bothering me today
I guess his body was as good as mine
Don't do a thing. Don't do a thing.
I hear a lot about sinners
That the way you hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me
I don't do well with the drama
That the way you hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me
They say we're too young and
Might be the hardest to take
Heavy like a Brinks truck
As time keeps slipping away (Away)
Tick tock, gimme, gimme big bucks
The Red Chins in their millions
Rael, the home of my religion
The Red Chins in their millions
My heritage is threatened
Now Captain, listen to my instructions
Don't want to leave this holy place
Down on bended knee Lord I don't want to leave
Down on my bended knee Lord I don't want to leave
Doesn't matter what you've done
Here's to the ones that we got
There's a time that I remember
Everybody hurts sometimes
Here's to the ones that we got
Oh Djadja
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