Pop Culture Is Like a Fine Wine That Gets Wasted At a Frat Party
POP CULTURE IS LIKE A FINE WINE THAT GETS WASTED AT A FRAT PARTY
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If hips don't lie
You must be a good lover
Because you dance like none other
I wish my hips could lie
Because my steps have stutter
And my moves are like butter
I tend to ruin things by being myself
Sometimes I wish I could be cool like Slater off Saved By the Bell
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Can you tell I'm trying to be clever?
Picking on pop culture
Like it's the meat and I'm the vulture
But I'm feeling lazy
So I think I'll name drop Patrick Shwayze
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This is everything you want to hear and more
It's too much for your ear thus it becomes a bore
It's becoming all to clear that following the clichés is the way to score
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Mr. Rogers and Mr. T
Got in a bar fight with Barney
And High School Musical had a baby
And it's name was redundancy
That's all, goodbye, peace
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