Caress my cheek, smoke her sigaret and sing for us.
Get down, down on your knees and sing for us.
Call me names, yell to me and sing for us.
Throw beer, spit in my face and sing for us.
You know we like it,
you know we love it.
Yes we love it.
Thank you miss. Ivarsson.
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