all alone in your pajamas writing letters to your grandma she doesnt understand whats wrong with kids today things were better back in 1938 you go to school you do the homework the extra credit but you sti will feel like a jerk second captain on the debating club youve got the g.p.a. but where is the dirty love? its not right, you are by yourself on a friday night lost and alone youve got bark if you want the bone... put your hands on my cashmere sweater my cashmere sweater put your hands o-o-on my cashmere sweather dont it make you feel better? you dri have your friend to the rock show youve got suspicions that shes kind of a ho she disappears with the drummer you are sitting on the curb what a bummer its not fair, you are dying and no one seems to care, take, take a stand, put down the pencil case and take my hand... put your hands on my cashmere sweater my cashmere sweater put your hands o-o-on my cashmeere sweather dont it make you feel better? come to me, imwarm and fuzzy...
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