And I start to clap ´Cause I´m feeling good My room is empty All it has Is a guitar and snare drum
I bang on it Is this life? I guess it´s fine For a while
I got little penguins on my socks right I got little ducks on my boxers I´m essentially a man-child I don´t think I´ll ever change Whenever I go into your house, man It looks like a museum Makes me feel nauseous Makes me feel stuff
And I start to clap ´Cause I´m feeling good Got salted caramels Yeah I´m feeling (Good)
And I start to clap ´Cause I´m feeling good Got salted caramels Yeah I´m feeling (Good)
Yeah I start to (Clap)
And I do something To waste your time You do something To waste mine
I write little poems ´bout my sorrows I write pretty songs for my one love I try to cater to my brain cells And I´m a hopeless romantic Now my friend open up your backdoor And flush out the privilege
We both need to be better At stuff
And I start to clap ´Cause I´m feeling good Got salted caramels Yeah I´m feeling good Yeah I start to clap ´Cause I´m feeling good Got salted caramels Yeah I´m feeling good
Yeah I start to clap ´Cause I´m feeling good Got salted caramels Yeah I´m feeling goo-oo-ood Yeah I start to clap Yeah I start to clap
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