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Looking out the window in your tiny town The sun is up, but the rain is loud Sleeping in the sand under a summer cloud The ocean breeze is but a soothing sound Why don't you leave your man behind? In December Santa's crew will be comin' around They'll make your kids happy, drain your bank account In October, zombies comin' out from under the ground They won't stop searchin' 'til its brains they've found Osama's gonna conquer the American crown Soon I'll be praying east and you'll be wearing a shroud But soon the rapture will take away all the devout You'll get your wings in heaven, I'll twiddle my thumbs on the ground Why don't you leave your man behind? Well, Girls from 'merica and girls from Canada Girls from Jamaica girls from and from England Summer time, girls, is here So let me take you girls, to somewhere Where the beach is beautiful and the sun-a-shine Girl you're so beautiful your sparkle it-a-blow my mind So just leave your boyfriend, leave him behind Come with Daddy P, no now dont waste no time Yes, you're so sensual, and, no, waste no time ... no waste no time So get your girl! |