歌词
It's a make believe literature
It's a pseudo lie
It's a sleek feel tweaker
Made you say how wry you roll
Your sitcom refined
You're moving minds
With a sicky sneak attitude
You're high
Now, come out from your hole
Yeah, you're coming up and seeing the light
C'mon, forget what you wore
That's it
You're mine to hold
It's your make believe literature
Your golden wine
After a sung tong lit night
I'll call you mine
It makes you look bad
You think it makes you look bad
Well, don't worry about it
You'll see
Oh well, you'll see
Well, you know you're mine to hold
Oh, you're mine to hold...
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