Buddy Holly

What’s with these homies dissin' my girl
Why do they gotta front
What did we ever do to these guys
That made them so violent
But you know I’m yours
And I know you’re mine
And that’s why…
We-ooh, I look just like Buddy Holly
Oh-oh, and you’re Mary Tyler Moore
I don’t care what they say about us anyway
I don’t care about that
Don’t you ever fear; I’m always there
I know that you need help
Your tongue is twisted, your eyes are slit
You need a guardian
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Bang-bang knockin' on the door
Another bang-bang get down on the floor
Oh no, what do we do
Don’t look now but I lost my shoe
I can’t run and I can’t kick
Whatsa matter babe, are you feelin' sick
Whatsa matter, whatsa matter, whatsa matter with you
Whatsa matter, babe, are you feelin' blue
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