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Use your letters, Queen Latifa. Wipe the grease off of your nose. Learn the letters, burn together, learn to hide the puppet shows. If you're a man or you're a lady, Someone still thinks you're the one Who starts givin' all the bad ideas To his wicked son of a- Pictures of what's on your mind 'Till the problem's clear. What it is, I'm sure you'll find: Your problems or your fears. Hey! Restrictions, they're the problems making me fear whatever's "best". There are laws and rules and crocks and rhymes and you know all the rest. But the guidelines tie it around your throat and stabs in through your chest! Then they wonder what is right to do: whatever he finds best. You'd better watch out for the Son of God Who makes it fast, and fast as hell, To make you stay in a turtle shell And straps it to a rabbit's back And writes it on your sick ol' pack. And well this Bud is getting old. It describes whatever's being sold As a substitute for all of these Restrictions. Restrictions. I don't want what I don't know. Restrictions. I don't need it baby, no. Restrictions.


投稿者: PetitLyrics
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