It was a very normal night, I was attending a party
and I had many different drinks made of sweet, fermented fruits
I convinced myself of certain little things
I convinced myself on a book of bed of strings
But home is just the rent where the goodie kids repent
And the Blu-Tack posters infiltrate my eyes
I fucking love you, I think your pretty
I fucking love you all of the time
I fucking love you, I think your pretty
And I wanna make you mine
Well I remember the first time that I got to kiss you sober
I remember the first time as if it is right now
I was just myself, and maybe I was less
Now I have been both and I'm convinced...
That home is on a bus seat, home can go without me
Home can re-invent itself today
I fucking love you, I think your pretty
I fucking love you all of the time
I fucking love you, I think your pretty
And I wanna make you mine
Alright...
So nice.. (la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la........)
Everybody's birthday signifies their first day
Going it alone in life
I fucking love you, I think your pretty
I fucking love you all of the time
I fucking love you, I think your pretty
And I wanna make you mine
I fucking love you, I think your pretty
I fucking love you all of the time
I fucking love you, I think your pretty
And I wanna make you mine
All mine
All...miiine...

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