All Girls Are Fly
Small wonder
You've not heard from her
She's gone now, back in England
She got spirit, will go farther
But she can't see the romance in the color of your schemes
The color of your schemes, oh
But you know and I, that all girls are fly
And all men must die for their cars
Why blunder? there's no wonder
You've been feeling six foot under
Make it happen, you
It could happen
But don't forget to turn the light off
If you're last to leave
If you're last to leave here
'Cos you know and I that all girls are fly
And all men must die for their cars
And you know and I that all men are fly
And all girls must die or something
And all girls must die or something
And all girls must die or something
And all girls must die or something
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