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Ben Folds Five Soundtrack Exclusives Rarities

Saying shit that don't sound too cool Like lovey dovey, honey bunny Give us all a break dude You're checking out Cool whip, oh, oh, oh Cool whip, oh,

Ran out of time, running my mouth Ran up a tab and all the way from Kalamazoo And on my way back home I was surely stoned, now I'm sober in my yard Can

I could jump so far Seems like all I'd ever done Was smoking pot out in the car and this fear faded in From the death of kids in my old school He says, "Ben

Another guilty white boy, won't you turn me in? Always had it easy, charge me for my sins Ain't been through the slavery, ain't been through the cotton