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I tossed the keys to the valet They rule the streets, the Calle I had a dream of flying I was a pizza man; and Inside the words were hollow Still a little ways to follow Bath in the lights of a young night You're too pretty for a fist fight I'm no king I'm a soldier Looking to get a little older In my dreams you were insane All sparks and butane I was a piece of work; and You were in a beauty pageant You're too pretty for a fist fight I tossed the keys to the valet They rule the streets, the Calle I had a dream of flying I was a pizza man; and Inside the words were hollow Still a little ways to follow Letras de cancionesBath in the lights of a good night You're too pretty for a fist fight Too pretty for a fist fight I tossed the keys to the valet They rule the streets, the Calle I had a dream of flying I was a pizza man; and Inside the words were hollow Still a little ways to follow Bath in the lights of a young night You're too pretty for a fist fight I'm no king I'm a soldier Looking to get a little older In my dreams you were insane All sparks and butane I was a piece of work; and You were in a beauty pageant You're too pretty for a fist fight Too pretty for a fist fight Too pretty for a fist fight Too pretty for a fist fight From Letras Mania