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Teksty: Dandy Warhols. Thirteen Tales From Urban Bohemia. Horse Pills.

Alright, yeah
Alright, kick it

So your ex got a mansion where you kick it on the hill
Your boy comes to see you, he's your Hollywood thrill
He's a Spanish Fly, bucks like a stallion
In the suits that you got him, he looks more Italian

And you worry 'bout your tan when the weather's gettin' clammy
Summer in the city and winters in Miami
And you get so high on the high life pills
Cruisin' and boozin' and rockin' on the horse size pills

And you could even take more thrills
And you could even take more spills
Pills, thrills, chills and ills, man, kills
And rockin' on the horse size

Butt's gettin' bigger, do you think he'll notice? Maybe
That's okay, don't worry 'bout it, baby
'Cause everybody knows he pumps you for your money
That's alright, don't worry 'bout it, honey

In your 'Itsy bitsy teenie weenie, ridin' up your butt' bikini
Keepin' on the heels 'cause you're saggin' just a teenie bit
More than the girls he pretends he doesn't thrill
Rubbin' on the lotion and rockin' on the horse size pills

And you could even take more thrills
And you could even take more spills
Pills, thrills, chills and ills, man, kills
And rockin' on the horse size

Sometimes you feel like Moses
That's when you're toasted

Yeah, kick it
Yo bitch, that's right, yeah
Rockin' on the horse size