BILL CLINTON lyrics : "Blurred Lines - Robin Thicke"
What I'm trying to say
If you can read
From the same page
Maybe I'm going deaf
Maybe I'm going blind
Maybe I'm out of mind
He is the boss
Try to domesticate
But you are an animal
Maybe it's in your nature
Just let me liberate you
You don't eat no apple
That man is not your boss
And that's why I'm guarding him
Good girl
I know you want
I know you want it
I know you want it
You're a good girl
Can't let them catch me
You're born from plastic
Don't talk about
Plastic
I hate these blurred lines
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
Cause you're a good girl
They'll never grab me
My things are nasty
You'll never catch me
I couldn't say it better myself
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