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Written by: Chris Ballew and the Preisents of the United States of America You've been kickin' on me I've been kickin' on you You've been kickin' my tree just to suck on the fruit Mop up my troubles and you throw the old sad days away I've been pickin' your fleas You've been pickin' my fleas I've been pickin' this guitar underneath your lovin' tree Sittin' on this star of ours showin' me a cloud-free galaxy...(because!) You're a clean machine You sparkle in the sun You're a clean machine A diamond in the mud...Yeah! You're a clean machine I been losin' my brain, You've been loosenin' my brain Slicin' off the sour so the good parts remain Handin' me a band-aid perfect for a soul-sized bullet hole Down. I've felt that before Too flat to bounce back Letras de cancionesI've been shovin' you around and defending your attack Attack it like a leaky sack of sugar with a sweetness I can taste...(that's right cause!) You're a clean machine You sparkle in the sun You're a clean machine A diamond in the mud You're a clean machine You're a clean machine, you're a clean machine, you're a clean machine, yea-ah! You're a clean machine, you're a clean machine, you're a clean machine, yea-ah! You're a clean machine, you're a clean machine, you're a clean machine, yea-ah! Yea-ah! Yea-ah! Yay-yay-yea-ah-ah! From Letras Mania