super
super sonic
super
super sonic
i got my plastic combat boots
i got my lunch box rifle games
i got my toothpick motor skills
i got my freeze dried torcher cream
super
super sonic
super
super sonic
growing up in a pencil factory
christianity killed the cat
i don't owe nothing to doggie
doggie don't owe nothing to me
super
super sonic
super
super sonic
i got my private parking spot
i got my favorite story book
i got my plastic viking hat
i got a little dirty joke
super
super sonic
super
super sonic
french toast motor bike
will you take me home tonight?
you know i got nowhere else to go
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