00:01One, two, three, four!
00:03One, two, three, four!
00:33You tell me that we've gone too far
00:36Come writing up to me
00:38Make the scene and cast some checks
00:41Leave him and put the bottles back
00:44Men's glasses that are cracked
00:46Will it be some to me?
00:49Yeah!
01:00Pious silver, clout of rye
01:02Packed with tennis club inside
01:04Brouser cuffs, I'm far too wide
01:07Well, it was all to me
01:09Tires down on your bicycle
01:12Your nose feels like an icicle
01:14The yellow-fingered smoky girl
01:17Is looking out to me
01:31Oh, you know it's up to me
01:37It's up to me
01:41Well, I'm a common-working man
01:45With a hob of bitter bread and gin
01:50And if it blazes me up, it's my argument
01:55When the copper fades away
02:16Oh, you know it's up to me
02:22It's up to me
02:44When the rainy season comes to pass
02:47Take low pirate sings at last
02:50And if I laughed a bit too fast
02:52But it was all to me
02:54Take you to the cinema
02:57And leave you in a wimpy bar
03:00Don't tell me that we've gone too far
03:02Come writing up to me
03:12Oh, you know it's up to me
03:22It's up to me
03:26Yeah
03:34Yeah
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