Got no plans
Got no clothes
Got no piano
Ain't got no shows
No I've got nothing to do
But to be stuck on you-hoo
Got no flights
Outta here
Got no TV shows
Until next year
No I've got nothing to do
But to be stuck on you-hoo
Baby you're my liquour
I'm addicted to you
So I'll just be stuck on
Stuck on fuckin' you-hoo (Woo!)
Stuck on fuckin' you-hoo
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