tramps like us, baby, we were born to die

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June 2012

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Could be kissing my fruit punch lips in the bright sunshine

Never was in love, skipping heart beats with the boys downtown
Just you and me feeling the heat even when the sun goes down

I want my cake and I want to eat it too
I want to have fun and be in love with you
I know that I’m a mess with my long hair and my suntan, short dress, bare feet
I don’t care what they say about me, what they say about me
Because I know that it’s L.O.V.E.
You make me happy, you make me happy
And I never listen to anyone

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