CREATO : mercoledì, 28 marzo 2001 17:55
ZEBRAHEAD
PLAYMATE OF THE YEAR
There's this girl I don't know.
Comes by every year or so.
And if I get the mail before my mom does than I'll stay out of
trouble.
She'll change every year, even pretty without beer.
She doesn't care about my hair, my car, my tiny pee pee in the
mirror.
Whoo, Yehhh, She's finally here.
Whoo, Yehhh, she comes one time a year.
Whoo, yehhh, she's finally here.
Whoo, Yehhh, my plamate of the year.
She moves me. She makes me grow.
I'm so happy, and boy does it show.
Now she's going to my head, (going to my head).
I'm gonna make this milky clear, you're my, playmate of the year.
Hello, how are you?
It's great to see you too.
Let's grab a sock, it's time to rock.
And afterwards you never wanna talk.
We always agree, who's in charge here is me.
We never fight you know I'm right, it's always straight between
you and me.
Let me go down on this girl for a day.
We can spin the bottle, everyone can hear her say.
That I was the best that she's ever had.
She can be my playmate, she can call me dad.
Whoo, Yehhh, She's finally here.
Whoo, Yehhh, she comes one time a year.
Whoo, yehhh, she's finally here.
Whoo, Yehhh, my plamate of the year.
She moves me. She makes me grow.
I'm so happy, and boy does it show.
Now she's going to my head, (going to my head).
I'm gonna make this milky clear, you're my, playmate of the year.