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Mundy – July lyrics
July please,
I'm on my knees,
The smell of you fresh cut grass,
Your blue sky grins
For all it's sins
Look another gorgeous levi ass
July people come and go
It looks like another perfect day
Just to see your
Striptease show
July please try your best to stay
And a mongrel begins to bark
At a wino in the park
And his owner doesn't care
'cause he really isn't there.........
Oh! Ma ma ma, oh! Ma ma ma, oh! Ma ma ma
My july
July, fizz bombs in my mouth
Babarama everywhere
I can't lie on my pocket trout
So I sit back in the easy chair
And a woman of middle age
Licks and thumbs another page
Then she brushes off the dirt
From her greayhound
Oh! Ma ma ma, oh! Ma ma ma, oh! Ma ma ma
My july
July, fizz bombs in my mouth
Babarama everywhere
I can't lie on my pocket trout
So I sit back in the easy chair
And a woman of middle age
Licks and thumbs another page
Then she brushes off the dirt
From her greayhound
And a baby sucks it's thumb
To the sound of a steal drum
And fountain water gush
Through the thick bull rush (everybody)
I'm on my knees,
The smell of you fresh cut grass,
Your blue sky grins
For all it's sins
Look another gorgeous levi ass
July people come and go
It looks like another perfect day
Just to see your
Striptease show
July please try your best to stay
And a mongrel begins to bark
At a wino in the park
And his owner doesn't care
'cause he really isn't there.........
Oh! Ma ma ma, oh! Ma ma ma, oh! Ma ma ma
My july
July, fizz bombs in my mouth
Babarama everywhere
I can't lie on my pocket trout
So I sit back in the easy chair
And a woman of middle age
Licks and thumbs another page
Then she brushes off the dirt
From her greayhound
Oh! Ma ma ma, oh! Ma ma ma, oh! Ma ma ma
My july
July, fizz bombs in my mouth
Babarama everywhere
I can't lie on my pocket trout
So I sit back in the easy chair
And a woman of middle age
Licks and thumbs another page
Then she brushes off the dirt
From her greayhound
And a baby sucks it's thumb
To the sound of a steal drum
And fountain water gush
Through the thick bull rush (everybody)
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