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I see a tall building,
the clothes on a hanger.
I see girls jumping,
And it’s a banger.

The clothes soft at a touch,
black, white and red jumpers feeling like feeling a cloud.
You steal a girl's jumper and you're gunna feel a punch,
And the room is gunna get really loud.

People always talking,
girls always jumping
the guys will be chilling,
towards the girls they’ll be gawking.

I can never get too much,
I always want to be there.
Even at breakfast and lunch,
and I can almost not bear.