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Clean Of YouI love it just love it ohWhat a pretty picture now let's Jump off the corners and Swap out the colors Keep 'em comin' keep 'em comin' Keep 'em shorter my brethren Shimmy out another one Thought about your lover I'm fed up with the process it's nonsense You've got to be the farthest thing from artists, no You're a head on a suit I'm the living proof That you don't have to lie to keep 'em from the truth I think that boy's got a sweet tooth So I'll put sugar in his gas tank, ooh ooh Then I'll wash my hands clean of you, clean of you I said I heard you've got a sweet tooth I've got some sugar for your gas tank, ooh ooh But I'll wash my hands clean of you, clean of you Who doesn't love the feeling of being a stranger Breathing amongst all the people who you should call When in need of healing I will continue to speak To honor the sheep and to wreak Of an easing a song of kids 'Cause their heads could use opening They fed us the works ah And then they changed all my words 'Cause I wouldn't say that to you 'Cause I don't have to lie to keep you from the truth I think that boy's got a sweet tooth So I'll put sugar in his gas tank, ooh ooh Then I'll wash my hands clean of you, clean of you I said I heard you've got a sweet tooth Got some sugar for your gas tank, ooh ooh But I'll wash my hands clean of you, clean of you |