.Sticky with champagne its okay it's her birthday. Sticky!
Her lips are always open and bloody red (bloody)
Trying to get us all in her bed (in her)
And she hears a hundred songs that I wrote her (that I)
Made out of tough love and (faux decay faux decay).
Sticky.
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