A New Woman
French Fries
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Pick up what? 3 (fictional)

Somebody get some baking soda coz something stinks
Oh great blue cheese alert at 8 o'clock

You can't steal my heart coz i wouldn't trust a theif to go through my organs
I am on a plane my heart keeps taking off wanna go with me
Sorry i have a phobia
My sign is get lost
Well mine is cancer can you cure me
Sorry i aint a doctor, but the hospital is nearby

Welcome to earth your highness
I aint a queen or an angel
Certaintly not in your dreams
Can i have one more look so you are
Not unless you want pepper spray in your eyes

You must be tired you been running in my dreams all night
Actually i aint tired and i don't run i only hike and pedal



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