That Three-North-memory that makes me smile...Next door and four doors down the hall...A gauntlet, gladly made and we were funny fine...Enough to make the stacked shoes shake beneath us both...And enjoy the ride...Look me in the mouth and initiate me...Lay there spinning your topanga canyon tales...About some high-school heroine, some idyllic lass...But i know your dirty secret that’s sharing three-hundred threads...Above our heads, below and inside...you know....Toyota tantrums in super black style...I better be careful and stay with you a
while cuz it’s five doors now and there’s a...Pretty pink jealousy...Somewhere there....Take me to my flag with johnny rockets red glare....Take us to canoga...Park...one-oh-one woodland hills...Share December sun and new Bruin fun...Ninety-five and twice ninety-five...Lived loved died but somehow alive...both out of place...so just drive girl, drive.
That Three-North-memory that makes me smile...Next door and four doors down the hall...A gauntlet, gladly made and we were funny fine...Enough to make the stacked shoes shake beneath us both...And enjoy the ride...Look me in the mouth and initiate me...Lay there spinning your topanga canyon tales...About some high-school heroine, some idyllic lass...But i know your dirty secret that’s sharing three-hundred threads...Above our heads, below and inside...you know....Toyota tantrums in super black style...I better be careful and stay with you a 
while cuz it’s five doors now and there’s a...Pretty pink jealousy...Somewhere there....Take me to my flag with johnny rockets red glare....Take us to canoga...Park...one-oh-one woodland hills...Share December sun and new Bruin fun...Ninety-five and twice ninety-five...Lived loved died but somehow alive...both out of place...so just drive girl, drive.
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Been a while, I've kept score
Freeway fables, lovelorn lore
Quite a bonafide brooder aintcha
But of all I yearn your food fantasia!!
Cherche la femme.
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