Ice Cream - Bun Roo
Ooh poor bun rooI'd like to help but this dime just won't do
To sing to sin is a method euphoria
I know a mother who would love to convert ya
It's guilt as stands and how i wanted to
But all i got is poor poor bun roo
Their heavy hands keep our heads under water
To come for air economic distasted
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Written by:
Amanda Crist, Carlyn Bezic
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