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Phone and call the clothes and Sleep down and cruelly prosper Nay na na na Nay na na na In my high-end shoes and fancy pens I ran down the stairs, tell me I kept going Nay na na na Nay na na na Nay na na na Nay na na na Oh na, nay na na na Nay na na na Nay na na Nay na na When I close the door, it's a rare and oren Mary Lou swinging on the floor, go in Nay na na na Nay na na na Two gay men and I took her out What's the trouble of the play, the door, go in Nay na na na