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Uh, yeah! Who's that calling? 2 am, it's private caller someones mother who's that peeking, through my window? I will shoot you, stuff you and, put you on my wall of trophies we will drink red wine and laugh at day that you came all nimbly bimbly and you busted windows for the system Get ready! This weekend will come undone! Forget it! Cause we're coming to pass you up! Uh, yeah! (x2) Who's that calling? 2 am, it's private caller someones mother who's that peeking, in my window? Letras de cancionesI will shoot you, stuff you and put you on my wall of trophies we will drink red wine and laugh at day that you came all nimbly bimbly and you busted windows for the system Get ready! This weekend will come undone! Forget it! Cause we're coming to pass you up! Get ready! This weekend will come undone! Forget it! Cause we're coming to pass you up! Pass you up now and i say How do you know when to say it's not enough Now with these drugs, never with this love we come undone Come undone now and unfold From Letras Mania