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One, two, three, four, five, six... Dry your hair under water it takes wild nights to recover Trying to find a way to make it last by talking to the bottom of a glass One, two, three, four, five, six... After her I'm not too proud to be passed around Everyone cheer aloud they're glad to see me Cause it's happy in a crowd It's happy in a crowd (Thanks to maggie for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania