Friday, January 14, 2011

The Fateful Return Of Random Lyrics

She won't speak to me
Won't speak
And it's all my own fault

Baby I'm afraid to let you know
They stole the show and towed the rowboat
Though slow
We're on the go like rabbits in the snow

Baby I'm a lonely kind of man
Like a rapper with a forty in his hand
I can't stand
When you talk about that other man

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