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Rilo Kiley - 15 lyrics
Twenty-five the season off dope Three sheets to the wind like a clothes line rope He's a spider on the web She's a tiny woman, he could sense Her developing body was just the beginning She said is anybody out there She was bruised like a cherry Ripe as a peach How could he have known That she was only fifteen And she came to him like a tick on the noose Little blue eyed soul for his black and blues T's a new move for the likes of me Our skin is like grass Let's smoke it real fast Is anybody out there? He was deep like a grave yard wide like TV And how could he have known That she'd be down for almost anything But she was only, only, only fifteen My oh my you pretty thing It's about that time For us to leave Does your daddy have a shot gun? He was deep like a graveyard She was ripe like a peach And how could he have known? That she was only fifteen She was only, only, only fifteen She was only, only, only fifteen |
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