Lyrics

You have to be kidding me It must be buried three inches deep And no one is here to help dig it out And, I am not suprised because they will no doubt take your word ("Everyone loves juicy gossip") So I guess I'll just sleep it off (On my stomach of course) And whenI see you next I'll kill you with a smile
Writer(s): Pouyan Afkary, Tyson Stevens, Chad Crawford, David Wilson, Steven Kirby, Peter Costa, Brian Mcternan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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