Jars of Lars Songtext
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Jars of Lars Songtext
While you were out sexing
I was a chef soaking
One hundred tissues with sweat and moisturizer
In my head burned a picture
Of your face with my privates
I read your diary it said: I′ve been a good son
All it takes is a good job
To take you out to dinner, but
I traded the Volvo for pot.
I was a chef soaking
One hundred tissues with sweat and moisturizer
In my head burned a picture
Of your face with my privates
I read your diary it said: I′ve been a good son
All it takes is a good job
To take you out to dinner, but
I traded the Volvo for pot.
Writer(s): Owen Pallett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
