Aw, who knows?
who cares?
It's easy to leave.
Shelly is in too deep.
Shelly grabs her
pair of
polarized
and she puts 'em on.
'Cause Shelly can see
what I really
think of me.
Shelly's hair blows
in the breeze
and,
and,
and
Strawberries!
Shellys' Summer's little girl.
Spoiled
by the sun.
Shellys' Sunday's spare,
she got used
by someone.
She tunes her guitar
to English,
Shelly sings to me.
My Sweet little bird, Shelly.
Don't fly away.
Don't fly away,
Shelly,
Don't fly away.
Aw, who knows
who cares?
It's easy to see.
Shelly is in deep
for me.
Apr 6, 2012
Apr 6, 2012 at 1:15 AM UTC
Aw, who knows?
who cares?
It's easy to leave.
Shelly is in too deep.
Shelly grabs her
pair of
polarized
and she puts 'em on.
'Cause Shelly can see
what I really
think of me.
Shelly's hair blows
in the breeze
and,
and,
and
Strawberries!
Shellys' Summer's little girl.
Spoiled
by the sun.
Shellys' Sunday's spare,
she got used
by someone.
She tunes her guitar
to English,
Shelly sings to me.
My Sweet little bird, Shelly.
Don't fly away.
Don't fly away,
Shelly,
Don't fly away.
Aw, who knows
who cares?
It's easy to see.
Shelly is in deep
for me.
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