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Playboy April, the cruelest month I reckon this much could be a contender There's only so much sorrow a man can take I cant change my face, Don't you remember You know when I was on the road That me and you was on the rocks, so low Should never have got talkin' all that jive Now theres only one way for me to stay alive Drivin' in my Puegeot hey-ay, yay-ay 20 inch rims with the chrome now hey-ay, yay-ay Blazin' out Yo La Tengo hey-ay, yay-ay Drivin' round poppin' with the top down hey-ay, yay-ay Drivin' in my Puegeot hey-ay, yay-ay 20 inch rims with the chrome now hey-ay, yay-ay Blazin' out Yo La Tengo hey-ay, yay-ay Drivin' round poppin' with the top down hey-ay, yay-ay So long to contentendedness I reckon next time I'll march in favor So long I've felt a blessedness No more is this a taste I want to savor I Know how I dig you on You can know only see, so far But never was there more to say Less, to do, before, turn away Drivin' in my Puegeot hey-ay, yay-ay 20 inch rims with the chrome now hey-ay, yay-ay Blazin' out Yo La Tengo hey-ay, yay-ay Drivin' round poppin' with the top down hey-ay, yay-ay
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