.Forty-first minute, sixteenth hour>The milk you left outâs turned sweet and sour>Itâs all over (all over me)
And itâs potent like the first time we believed
Things got jumbled; ebony seemed ivory
You see, I wonât be whistling your tunes anymore
But theyâll be lapping roun.
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