[Chorus] One, going two, going three, going four... Hell give you the world, what could you want more? The kid turned five, now she pushing 56 and So content to wear a crucifix [Verse 1] See, oh, consent is where the ruling is And those hellbent on refuting got a hell of a job proving it Theyll keep it coming with the questions, so answer them What you ever do to get a boy that handsome? Go on, tell em about your bright mind Tell em about the long walks in the nighttime Tell em how you live it up how a guy like Tell em how you only give it up when the times right Or better yet, tell em any given times right Take a laser to that Puritan eyesight And I even heard a couple words of the foursyllable kind might Break you off a piece of that limelight [Chorus] Its like one, going two, going three, going four... Hell give you the world, what could you want more? The kid turned five, now she pushing 56 and Still content to wear a crucifix [Verse 2] Until presented with what the truth is Youre probably gonna keep sitting down and settling for a crude myth Lighten up, get tact, get prudence Please, wrap your head around the fact Im not trying to be rude, Miss Its just not my style To lean back, have a laugh at a girl gone wild Or a religion gone mild I said religion gone mild Say what you will, but I wont side with em You cant speak truth without calling out the system I wont have the devil thinking that his work is done Up in your bedroom, calling out something like [Chorus] One, two, three, going four... Ill give you the world, what could you want more? The kid turned five, now she pushing 56 and So content to be a hypocrite
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