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From Tokyo to Mexico, to Rio. Yeah, you take me to utopia. I'm walking on air. We'd make out in your Mustang to Radiohead. I mean the ones, I mean like she's the one. Sun-kissed skin so hot we'll melt your popsicle. Slow cooking pancakes for my boy, still up, still fresh as a Daisy.
- I hope you got a healthy appetite.
- You're never gonna be unsatisfied.
- Got a motel and built a fort out of sheets.
Don't need apologies. Boy, you're an alien your touch so foreign, it's supernatural, extraterrestrial. Talk about our future like we had a clue. I can feel a phoenix inside of me.