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Burnt paper towels
A sky with no clouds
A bright pink house
A liar dancin' around
Living room with no couch
Beds for the mouses
And a bottle of Dom
I'm not a liar, girl, just an idiot (Baby, you should know)
Your mom don't like tire marks, so I'm fixin' it
I might retire without my certificate
Always got ice in my eyes when in Michigan
She seein' stars when she eatin', no Michelin
One day I'm gonna have to face our differences
'Cause you're a superstar ridin' a horse
I can open all of these doors for you
Even though, once you're all mine
Yeah, I'm on my way now, but everything good?
