I've got friends that treat me way up high
I've got friends that treat me low
I've got friends that stitch me to the sky
I've got friends that cut the bone
Won't you squeeze me all up and down
Won't you tease me all around town
Make a move and we can make out maybe
Hum a tune and we can sing it baby
Everything is going to be okay
Make a move and we can make out maybe
Hum a tune and we can sing it baby
Everything is going to be okay
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