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Urbia (Explicit) - Kissinger
Cruisin the mall life
Front pocket full of green shoppin for a wife
I bought a food-court stare
With corndog sighs and lemonade hair
She was a girl with credit card dreams
Of precious gold coast means
Silent plastic screams
Then she said
Oh are you looking for Urbia
Oh are you not so happy here
Oh are you looking for Urbia
Oh I hear it's great this time
It's great this time of year
Cruisin the salle de bains
I fired up to wash my hands
Bumped into a red-eyed dude
He had a peach fuzz stash and hair like the Nuge
Misconceptions brought him here
He said I lost my job and nobody cares
Smokey Trans-Am dreams
Then I said
Ah are you looking for Urbia
Ah are you not so happy here
Ah are you looking for Urbia
Ah I hear it's great this time
It's great this time of year
And you never thought he could be pretty enough for you
With his hawk's nose and peacock's hair
Until he saw a sign that said
"Don't Despair We've Got Your Flair"
So he went in there find her jeans
Say don't be seen on the cover of the favouriate magnent
And each Brown Severn brother magical show
And sax belle flared up
Well I called Rebus to do
And I have to say
Why are people put you miles away
Well I don't resonce the concerned
Understand there would a change for the world
And I've been trying to call you
Let's go to the mall
And I've been trying to call you call you
And I've been trying to call you
Let's go to the mall
And I've been trying to call you call you
Yeah
