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Fuck I'm always a drink away from a good day Put on some Jodeci, getting loose, aye I pummel the coochie, I'm Bobby Boucher Maybe that's why they put up with all my bullshit And I bought a new Bentley without a roof, aye In L.A. they tell me my truck is stupid Doing cul-de-sac donuts, man, I'm a nuisance I love my Prince with the Revolutions Getting hammered all alone, but don't feel bad for me And my chauffeur drinks Patron, so call a cab for me And I'll leave Fuck me up, it's only a body Yeah, yeah, yeah If God exists, it shouldn't be a problem Yeah, yeah, yeah Socialite I'm feeling naughty up on a Sunday Fuck in the backseat of a Hyundai I'm calling her Shrek 'cause she got a donkey It's crazy how well we get along My new best friend, I just met Letras de cancionesNow it's "Fuck everybody else" I know someone for six weekends And never talk to them again Call it what you want, it's such a tragedy I pulled a shorter straw, another casualty Guess I leave Fuck me up, it's only a body Yeah, yeah, yeah If God exists, it shouldn't be a problem Yeah, yeah, yeah Fuck me up, it's my birthday party Yeah, yeah, yeah So tell me something we got in common Yeah, yeah, yeah Socialite Socialite From Letras Mania