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We go boom, boom,... boom.

Tequila boom, boom,... boom.

We'll go boom, boom,... boom.

It's Friday, I'm gonna be the night superman,.

I'm officially shouting to get out of the house for 24 hours,.

I'm attracted to juicy ass and I eat at the club,.

Won't deny knowing my Lucifer.

We're going to my place, but not for you to make soup,.

I'll dive into you like I'm in a pickle,.

♪ You're my fish, you're my fish ♪ ♪ You're my fish ♪.

And you're gonna be performing on my stove,.

Don't strain your head because you're not Alexander Duddi,.

I tweeted a number, and then,.

It was great, but no hard feelings.

And don't call me. I don't know anymore.

I'll bang, bang,....

We go boom, boom,... boom.

Tequila boom, boom,... boom.

We'll go boom, boom,... boom.

I'll bang, bang,....

We go boom, boom,... boom.

Tequila boom, boom,... boom.

We'll go boom, boom,... boom.

I can't keep my eyes off you this evening,.

I can't, but I need a chance.

I'm already drawing a thought, a picture of events,.

From which you will have no strength and no memory.

A million ideas, like bubbles in a glass,.

I'm a pardoner for words, like a bully for cameras,.

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