Lorby, lorby, lorby, I can't help it, I like to party. It's genetic, it's electrifying. Wind me up a
Alright ma'am, calm down, I know your son said he was at my house. He was the captain of the football team but I turned him out. He wasn't the first and he won't be the last. So tone it down, this happens all the time. I'm the story then tell, the alibi. Then wanna go home, I ask them 'why?', it's daylight, not night. Then might need a break from all the real life, get a life. It gets to be too much sometimes. It's never too late to send all the invitations to the last night of your life.
Off to see the doctor, I hope she has a cure, I hope she makes me better. What does that even mean? We don't know!
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