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The Moldy Peaches

Lucky Number Nine

 

Lucky Number Nine

(album: The Moldy Peaches - 2001)


Indie boys are neurotic makes my eyes bleed.
Tight black pants, exotic some loving is what I need.
But, hey, I'm starting to feel okay.
Lucky number nine, hooray.

Sepia on the staircase mirror in the back of my brain.
Makes these hard pants feel great I used to like to complain.
But, hey, I'm starting to feel okay.
Lucky number nine, hooray.

Bloody Mary, mother of god Grandpa's on the hobby horse again.
Tamping, broken pants chaffing I'm running out of ethnic friends.
But, hey, I'm starting to feel okay.
Lucky number nine, hooray.

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