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Tears cruise away, packed and then took a shit The sky is ours, dark stains on his pants Enough to make him blush around the bone Take a walk in the park, shit yeah! Poor boy, a rich boy A poor rich boy comin' right thru me Rich boy, poor boy Poor rich boy comin' right thru me
Writer(s): Kim Gordon, Steve Shelley, Thurston Moore, Lee Ranaldo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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