I know it gets too much when I lose my hair
When I get old, I'll be seeing stars (Oh, oh)
I know it gets too much when I lose my hair
When I get old, I'll be seeing stars (Oh, oh)
Put that shit to bed
Or we can skip it and go straight to makeup sex
You make me wanna go, "Oh, oh, ooh"
Back at the fairground
Funny how you're saying this ain't fair now
One move, and I'm right back at your funhouse, oh
You sick; I'm sweet; I'm hot; you're cheap
But I like white and gold for me
I know it gets too much when I lose my hair
When I get old, I'll be seeing stars
(I'm getting further away from the tracks with every beer)
(Bright, bright, bright, bright)
(Bright, bright, bright, bright)
(I like white and gold for me)
I know it gets too much when I lose my hair
When I get old, I'll be seeing stars
(I'm getting further away from the tracks with every beer)
(Bright, bright, bright, bright)
(Bright, bright, bright, bright)
(I like white and gold for me)
Hey boy, bring your problems
Maybe, I can solve 'em
One hit, miss
Treat my heart with caution
We should never, how about forever now, now
Back at the fairground
Funny how you're saying this ain't fair now
One move, and I'm right back at your funhouse, oh
You sick; I'm sweet; I'm hot; you're cheap
But I like white and gold for me
I know it gets too much when I lose my hair
When I get old, I'll be seeing stars
(I'm getting further away from the tracks with every beer)
(Bright, bright, bright, bright)
(Bright, bright, bright, bright)
(I like white and gold for me)
I know it gets too much when I lose my hair
When I get old, I'll be seeing stars
(I'm getting further away from the tracks with every beer)
(Bright, bright, bright, bright)
(Bright, bright, bright, bright)
(I like white and gold for me)
Put that shit to bed
Or we can skip it and go straight to makeup sex
You make me wanna go, "Oh, oh, ooh"
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