Your Brain on Oldies

If I were a carpenter, and you were a lady, would you marry me anyway, would you have my baby?
Baby, baby, can't you hear my heart beat?
We got the beat, we've got the beat, we've got the beat, yeah!
She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah, and you know that can't be bad.
I'm bad, I'm bad, you know it.
You know I'm no good.
Good, good, good, good vibrations.

That's how my mind has been going this morning. Nobody's gonna slow me down, oh no. I got to keep on moving...

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