LYRICS

The other car, and we steamer, steamer,
foil to our contract, we have a marmot.
So we’re born into the hands jackpot,
always our ties and my Goth.

Chorus: Come
nash’te, drink, eat, how sex is? Maybe more,
Aide nash’te Give sixth of fiesta fiesta.

Mad go out at night, all night, all night, DJ-
and her Finance Manager and splendor.
chiefs of our people, ‘Tis not, what,
always our sense, we steam.

Chorus: (x4)