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You people and your cute little terms you like to throw around and make everybody squirm Upper class, middle class, lower class, [?] Everybody these days thinks that they're a bad-ass How am I supposed to live in a world with no [?] my favourite girl is gone [?] is not an auto zone, 31 is trash and now I just want to be left alone [Chorus] Global warming is ruining my fair complexion Augmenting all my imperfections And Brazil does not need more encouragement Global warming encourages slack jawed trilobites To paint their homes with guns and knives In search of bodily refreshments and some homicide [Verse 2] I'm so sick of hearing people talk about the sun They sound like a bunch of Aztec Indians And all they do is hang out clogging up the streets Congratulating each other on their delicate feet Sure I like to see the fella's get bored in their beds Stripped down to their shorts so they can work on their tans I know I shouldn't care cause I;m a taken man But I guess you can look, nobody said that you can't [Chorus] Global warming is ruining my fair complexion Letras de cancionesAugmenting all my imperfections And Brazil does not need more encouragement Global warming encourages slack jawed trilobites To paint their homes with guns and knives In search of bodily refreshments and some homicide [Outro] All I've got are first world problems I guess I better get some more third world guns From Letras Mania