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i know i'm a rich girl when i stare into your eyes i see dollars everywhere, and they don't match the glimmer in them you dig the materialistic, sentimental, american traditions i dig you more than any of that crap and you ask me how i view this country and i want out, out, out there's got to be profit in having none of it at all there's profit in getting yours and my own bodies together, because you're not into running away, but i want you to we go on road trips, we go sailing and i want to bring the heat out of this hype before it bites us both
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Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 9:11 AM UTC
american girl
i know i'm a rich girl when i stare into your eyes i see dollars everywhere, and they don't match the glimmer in them you dig the materialistic, sentimental, american traditions i dig you more than any of that crap and you ask me how i view this country and i want out, out, out there's got to be profit in having none of it at all there's profit in getting yours and my own bodies together, because you're not into running away, but i want you to we go on road trips, we go sailing and i want to bring the heat out of this hype before it bites us both
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Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 9:11 AM UTC
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