.I was asked in New York City, "Do you like my clothes?"
I'm talking to my tape recorder, walking down the road
But on Friday night, I'm purified that my feet don't touch the floor>
When the rubber meets the road, in between my toes
Everyday is fucking perfect, its a paradise
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