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Would you stand up for this kind of beauty? Cause this kind of beauty won't stand up for you. It won't lift a finger for some lazy dreamer. Here it comes the average dirty word, pardon my French But I'm sitting on an park bench, watching yearning cats milk-fed little brats. And they say: Love won't pick the slanted or the slick or the lovesick, and I'm lovesick. So I say F-word, f-word pardon my French but it's bs, bs can't you feel the stench? F-word, f-word pardon my French Letras de cancionesbut it's bs, bs. Summer evening, cats are screaming for love. Is summer evening, the cats screaming for love. So I say F-word, f-word pardon my French but it's bs, bs can't you feel the stench? F-word, f-word pardon my French but it's bs, bs can't you feel the stench? F-word, f-word pardon my French but it's bs, bs can't you feel the stench? F-word, f-word pardon my French but it's bs, bs can't you feel the stench? F-word, f-word pardon my French but it's bs, bs can't you feel the stench? F-word, f-word pardon my French but it's bs, bs. From Letras Mania