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Tango In My Tummy - The Floor Is made Of Lava
Written by:The Floor Is made Of Lava
I've been flashing bling and stuff
Since I left some college
But tonight I'm packing shoulderpads
And a woolly kinda turtleneck
I carry cash in a bucket
And a trumpet in my pocket
Yeah I got Paris on my mind
And neo neon patches over my eyes
I don't care bout what you say
But you ain't saying nothing
You say you need a man with shoulderpads
Or every boy in college
Your bottom's up and your face hits the can
With tango in your stomach
And I get Paris on my mind
Cause I know that we're running short on time
I'm a slave to the wage cause I can't pass a bar
I get in to get laid cause I don't drink and drive
I'm a rat in a cage cause I can't find a bar
I get drunk to get laid cause I figured it out
I'm a slave to the wage cause I can't pass a bar
I get in to get laid cause I don't drink and drive
I'm a rat in a cage cause I can't find a bar
I get drunk to get laid cause I figured it out