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We all produce our own oil I don't need yours to supplement my complexion This colossal rock we live on has plenty of dirt I don't want to shake your hand Licking your lips all day I don't want one planted on my cheek Covering your beads of sweat with body spray No, you may not borrow my shirt Doing floor work all day Stay away from my face Have gratifying ideals in your head I really can't see you from a mile away
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Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 1:25 AM UTC
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We all produce our own oil I don't need yours to supplement my complexion This colossal rock we live on has plenty of dirt I don't want to shake your hand Licking your lips all day I don't want one planted on my cheek Covering your beads of sweat with body spray No, you may not borrow my shirt Doing floor work all day Stay away from my face Have gratifying ideals in your head I really can't see you from a mile away
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Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 1:25 AM UTC
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