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PERFORMING ARTISTS
peeinmysock
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
peeinmysock
Songwriter
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Don't you go
Don't let them take the fuck over
We've got a show
The eighth of October
She's on the floor
We murdered her 'cause she's a 600-pound ogre
We killed together
But you still act like we're whatever
There should be no grey area between you and I
When you touch my balls and I touch your thigh
They try to get between us two, black and white
But all they are is grey area, they won't make us fight
The fat cows won't kill our love
The fat cows won't kill our love
The fat cows won't kill our love
The fat cows won't kill our love
The fat cows won't kill our love
The fat cows won't kill our love
The fat cows won't kill our love
The fat cows won't kill our love
The fat cows won't kill our love
The fat cows won't kill our love
The fat cows won't kill our love
The fat cows won't kill our love
Written by: peeinmysock
