Rule 31

Rule number thirty-one Do what I say and it'll be okay If we're tied to the tracks, then you know there's no going back Rule number thirty-two It's not your mother that's to blame For the year that you spent like a nymphomaniac Can't give it to you, I can't give it But all my friends, they all just give it away 'Round, 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round They're not coming back, just take the Prozac Try think something nice, don't think about how all your friends have started looking the same 'Round, 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round We're tied to the tracks, there's no going back now We're tapping on your window We're looking around for something to say For something to say There's someone in the garden Looking around for something to say Something to say "Put the money in the bag", said the girl to the boy Hey, boy, I think she found her favourite toy It's not love, she can't be in love If every time they fuck, she'll dress him like a cowboy Don't give it a name, don't think about how all your friends have started looking the same 'Round, 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round We're tied to the tracks, there's no going back now We're tapping on your window We're looking around for something to say For something to say There's someone in the garden Looking around for something to say Something to say All those kids who threw stones In your spokes You'll never have to see 'em again My Hollywood, my Mary Anne What's it worth if I'm never gonna get it again? My Hollywood, my skeleton key I wear your skin, but I'm never gonna get it again All those kids who threw stones In your spokes You'll never have to see them again What's it worth, it isn't free My Hollywood, I'm never gonna get it again

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