This is not the land of do as you please
I made the record skip and it was in surround sound
Followed by the thing you done
Muddled in the couch
I feel insulted
I would never sue, sue
I played by your code
I expect you to
You are my twelve inch
I found deep in the stacks
You are the white label remix
My secret bonus track
Say you wanted indecision
All too often on a landmine
Yeah, I'll endorse it
Give you something
But refuse to walk with nothing
You are my twelve inch
I found deep in the stacks
You are the white label remix
Frankie say relax
Destination miracle
I can't see you off
Destination why
I don't want to sit around
And cry and whine about it
Say it so there's no doubt about it
Party city
Party city
I slick my hair back and trail off a sentence
Tuck in my thoughts and then head into the station
I need assistance, I don't care, I'm pumped
Might say "you're awesome"
Might say "time's all up"
Destination miracle
I can't see you off
How's it like to die?
Every day you search your life
And mine and mind in silence
Take it outside and make it violent
Party city
Party city
Party city
Party city
Oh follow the tube top
Oh follow the sun
Oh follow my jog bra
Oh follow the sun
Destination miracle
You set me up
Destination time
Time to do something
Now I've got a sense you know
I'm on the fucking table with the stereo
Party city
Party city
Party city
Party city
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