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Thug City (Instrumental)

de Dance Gavin Dance

First it's the casting call, but I'm playing basketball
My wife she notifies that I missed a call on my phone
Now why are you snooping, when you should be cooking
If you read my texts one more time!

If you fill the pageant bowl I will be masterful
Well full of liquid comedy, namaste, your baller bag is on it's way
Red full of lexicons, polishing megatron
If you beat the ho, you tell your bros, I need this yo!

Stop! And don't panic, I've got a plan, let's both pretend you didn't; take that one night stand, ooooohhhh ooooh ooooooh
So hide your face, ha collect your things; this is what we call the walk of shame
Oh pretty lady, I know the cost at the gate, you're almost there
Next it's the pinnacle of me being cynical
Can I be the lynch pin compelling to judge a lottery
Baggy and awfully, bumpy and blistery, brutally homeless and fluffy

Hey there pretty girl, I'm already in your head
Hey there pretty girl, I'm already in
Hey there pretty girl, don't hide what's inside
Hey there pretty girl, don't hide what's inside

Lift your head for the last time
Lift it higher and higher and high
How can you love what you can't see
How can you love what you can't touch
How can you love what you can't see
How can you love what you can't touch

So nice so nice to meet you

(Pan right distorted part)
I tell them personal tastes are fine
We've been over this a million times
You'll never unhinge those biased chromosomes alone

Hey there pretty girl, I'm already in your head
Hey there pretty girl, I'm already in
Hey there pretty girl, don't hide what's inside
Hey there pretty girl, don't hide what's inside

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