horse is finally mine
i ride it all the time
i left the adapter under your bed
do you expect me to look, i said
the concert is this friday
i cannot go to the show
well, i can go to the show
it's just this guy it's he who can't go
do you expect me to go to the show with you
you can't ask me straight, i know
can't hang ourself out on the line
respect yourself
i won't call you out this time
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