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I wanna be a dad, I wanna be a king
I wanna be the girlfriend of a rich guy
Have a yacht and a giraffe
Live on air and the Holy Spirit
You can take it all
And go fuck yourself

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And live with love
And go pick flowers
And eat dreams
And blow kisses
And buy lottery tickets
And vote in elections
And eat dreams and buy condoms

Be president, wear a tie
Buy a tower with a slide
Have a garden full of oil
With a cage for immigrants
You can take it all
And go fuck yourself

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If all roads lead to Rome
Tell me why this guy has to come
A country in ruins, spending millions
On a guy who’s just playing with his balls
I’ve got my dad at home
I’ve got my dad at home
I’ve got my dad at home
I’ve got my dad at home

I wanna be a dad, I wanna be a king
I wanna be the girlfriend of a rich guy
Have a yacht and a giraffe
Live on air and the Holy Spirit
You can take it all
And go fuck yourself

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