."What a spoiled boy I've been
My mouth full, mess, my arms outstretched
I've got palm sweat, I'm smiling like I'm
Competition
Well, maybe I'm yours"
She said, "I know you, you're a salesman's son
And you're pimping pretty junk"
And I said,
"What am I supposed to .
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