Robbie skänker en tanke
Smoking kills Sex sells
I've got one hand in my pocket
But the other one looks cool as hell
I know I'm gonna die
So my revenge is living well
Oh Lord
Make me pure
But not yet
I stopped praying
So I hope this song will do
I wrote it all for you
I'm not perfect
But you don't mind that, do you?
I know you're there to pull me through
Aren't you?
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