Dance party. Dance! Dance! - In President's iPod

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These simple chords are as simple as your thoughts
That look on your face always makes me sick, babe
It’s time to fix her
I can be a dick, sir
See how you like this
I’m the nicest guy, miss
Come around, my friend
And bring your knife, yeah!
We’ll decapitate a liar, a liar.
When you think about me do you feel me near?
This is fucking ugly,
But we can show them anyway.
When you think about me do you feel me near?