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Out on the street, I’m looking for something
Something to eat, I’m digging through dumpsters
Day old bagels are tough and they’re hard on my teeth
She got the right parts, does she got what it takes?
My head is spinning as I come unstrung
My heart is racing as I come undone
My guts are spilling as I bare my soul
Her eyes are crossing, I don’t fit the mold
Out on the street, I’m looking for someone
Someone to eat, I’ve dropped all my pumpkins
Day old donuts are rough but I’m not a freak
She got the right parts, does she got what it takes?
My head is spinning as I come unstrung
My heart is racing as I come undone
My guts are spilling as I bare my soul
Her eyes are crossing, I don’t fit the mold
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