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Hang On To Your IQ - PLACEBO |
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Chinese masseuse, comes between us talks in haikus, plastic venus. Got a headrush, in her pocket two rubbers two lubes, and a silver rocket Hang on, hang on to your IQ, to your ID hang on, hang on to your IQ, to your ID Im lonely Every morning, my eyes will open wide I gotta get high, before I go outside. Roll another, for breakfast burning clouds around, and in my solar plexus. Hang on, hang on to your IQ, to your ID hang on, hang on to your IQ, to your ID Im lonely Legs eleven, makes me stay up late two fat ladies on my back, and now its 88. Im a fool, whose tool is small its so miniscule, its no tool at all. hang on, hang on to your IQ, to your ID hang on, hang on Im lonely Oh. |
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