Who’s that, with the shirt open wide, and the nice big eyes and the mullet that style that stache, old Hollywood hunk, you know he got the stuff, and you gon’ make me crash, put me in your western, imma try and meet Sam, but you know he’s not like you, oh god, not supposed to feel this way for you!
I, wanna be Monica Geller, cuz you walked in, ophthalmologist, and you stole her heart. I, know that my blood runs blue, because of you, now.
You’re so great you’re magnum, put your firearm cartridge on me, claim me like it’s private, just investigate me, Thomas get my magnum, gonna be chugging my bottle, 1.5 in liters, you gon’ be a drunk one, drunk on my love, drunk on my love, love.
This error’s, not reversible, it’s for you I fall, be my Mr. Baseball, I cry, cuz you’re her alibi, instead of mine, but you’re still an innocent man, just let me be, your little lady, you’re a runaway I know, oh god, not supposed to feel this way for you!
I’ll, take my last stand at Saber River, cuz you walked in, cross my iPhone screen, and you stole my heart. I, know that my blood runs blue, because of you, now.
You’re so great you’re magnum, put your firearm cartridge on me, claim me like it’s private, just investigate me, Thomas get my magnum, gonna be chugging my bottle, 1.5 in liters, you gon’ be a drunk one, drunk on my love, drunk on my love, love.
Money can you stack it, I hang with the Sacketts, gamble like Las Vegas, I’m a Charlie’s Angel, concrete like a cowboy detective, hope I’m not defective, to you, to you.
You’re so great you’re magnum, put your firearm cartridge on me, claim me like it’s private, just investigate me, Thomas get my magnum, gonna be chugging my bottle, 1.5 in liters, you gon’ be a drunk one, drunk on my love, drunk on my love, love. Drunk on my love, drunk on my love, love.
M.A.L.C.O.L.M
