Top Shelf Baby You're swagger that slays me But baby, back down from the top shelf. We're driving too fast past the city lights because you just like to hear me scream. I know the way you need me without the frills of wealth, I don't need big carats or trips to Tropez Because I have you in your vintage Vuarnets, peeping at me over the tops. Come down under the covers; let's dive
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