LYRICS
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Ahhhhohhh I believe we have to live to die just to giveI wanted you to say you play with meNow for you to touch meTo reach out and cut meJust like my mother said you’d stand in my wayDon’t know it’s not allowed to be a partyYou got a hole lot of good money, to live it.You got a hole lot of good money, for nothing.Here’s coming down a cannonball,Stand backwards looking up at your girl in the hotel bedAnd here’s a look back to BabylonWhat you feeling now the kids gonna get the best of youAnd you’r standing in the doorwayDraggin your dick back to some place to layYeah you’r standing in the doorwayDon’t care what she’s saying.Don’t know it’s not allowed to be a partyYou got a hole lot of good money, to live it.My god you trade money for your honey
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