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17 and running up the stairs my baby bear 7 lonely hours that I've been without a shower Until You and I meet in the bathroom with the water on Steaming up the room with little but a towel on You are my high You are my high just like A joint or two just hangin out the window in September on the 28th I'll be dethroned and sent to clean up my act 4 months in a penitentiary where I can read and think I'll make it home Everything I said last night when we were in the car Telling you I knew I knew I knew that we would make it far Everyone in this town will see Someone like you could be with someone like me Even fairy tale characters would jealous From Letras Mania