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Throwing Up

Mother was a brunette, ask Hugh Hef, it’s been going on since your grandmama did the two step

I see your style, well it’s all grown up

Outside the bar, throwin' up

We can watch the fist fight

Stay home, get high

Sittin’ on the couch and on occasion switch sides

I see your style, well it’s all grown up

Outside the club, throwin’ up

Raised by the rocks stars

Raised by the rocks stars

At the top of the pedophile pop charts

If you look at it from far enough, you can see the start of stuff

Groovin’ to songs about guns and ‘hos, the sickness went undiagnosed

It’s tough to say if you’re far enough away

But it just might be your lucky day

Never look up to

Never look up to

The hands that wanna touch you

The hands that wanna touch you

Don’t give it up to

Don’t give it up to

The hands that wanna touch you

The hands that wanna touch you

They don’t really love you

They don’t really love you

They just wanna fuck you

Mother was a brunette, ask Hugh Hef, it’s been going on since your grandmama did the two step

I see your style, well it’s all grown up

Outside the bar, throwin up

We can watch the fist fight

Stay home, get high

Watch the same movie for the 86th time

I see your style, well it’s all grown up

Outside the club, throwin’ up

Pots callin' and kettle’s wrong

Pots callin' and kettle’s wrong

We coulda said it when we’re dead and gone

Coulda said it when we’re dead and gone

See through high heels, and the 80s heavy metal song

We're all the repercussions of the world that we grow up in

It’s tough to say, if you’re far enough away

But it just might be your lucky day

Never look up to

Never look up to

The hands that wanna touch you

The hands that wanna touch you

Don’t give it up to

Don’t give it up to

The hands that wanna touch you

The hands that wanna touch you

They don’t really love you

They don’t really love you

They just wanna fuck you

We could change your identity

Change our names

To the people we pretend to be

We could change

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Mo-mother was a bru-bru-ne-nette, ask Hugh Hef, it’s been going on since your grandma-mama did the two-two step-uh

I see your style, well it’s all grow-grown up-up

Outside the bar-bar-bar-bar, throwin up-up

We can watch the fist-uh fight

Stay-ay home, get high-igh

Watch the same-a movie for the 86th ti-ti-ti-ti-time

I see your style, well it’s all grow-grown up-up

Outside the club, a-throwin’ up

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