Well Hell sees her shadow in my backseat
And her friends are standing right in front of me
World wide from the center burning turkey
Open up said Everybody loves me

And you don't have to make a sound
Cause they got what you need
Oh Oh Oh Oh

God love all the people that have warned you
God love all your sentimental virtue
Eight balls with the takers that'll make you
Lay cards with the lovers that'll hate you

Cause you don't have to make a sound
They got what you need
What you need
Like you say

Oh my!
Feels just like I don't try
Looks so good I might die
All I know is everybody loves me
Get down,
Swaying to my own sound
Flashes in my face now
All I know is everybody loves me
Everybody loves me

Well I
Play the music don't stop till I turn gray
Stars forever like Don Suzan never fade,
He had a beautiful child, named her Desiree
Hope I'll remember the good things that I'll never say

Cause you don't have to make a sound
They got what you need
Like you say

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Don't need my health
Got my name and got my wealth I
Stare at the sun
Just for kicks all by myself I
Lose track of time
So I might be past my prime
But
I'm feeling oh so good
YEAH!

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