God's Gift to Parkour - I'm Not Your Fantasy

Locked in your car, in a seance
Your eyes catching fire, losing headroom
One, two, three, counting halos
Arms behind your neck, you're in a headlock
You get away, yeah you get away
Get away from me, I'm not your fantasy
You get away, yeah you get away
Get away from me, I'm not your fantasy
Big league chew and turning tables
Looking on the floor for magic markers
You get away, yeah you get away
Get away from me, I'm not your fantasy
You get away, yeah you get away
Get away from me, I'm not your fantasy
Down the rabbit hole and doing eighty
On the road to Bedlam every morning

Written by:
Keith Stratton

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