New Delhi by Damnwells
New Delhi lyrics
Songwriters: Dezen, Alexander James;
What's the deal with you and Lucinda?
She said that you broke her hymen
While playing kick ball
I just think that you really weren't trying
I've seen you slay bigger dragons
In the Moorestown mall
Give me a call, we're [Incomprehensible]
Run and slide on your belly
Folks are in New Delhi
We're making prank calls
I don't think you really remember
There's something behind your eyes
When you punched Sam Roy
But please excuse our son, he doesn't feel right
He just doesn't seem to enjoy all the things
That a little boy should
Give me a call, we're having a ball
Go and turn on the TV
Naked women on 63
I wish I was tall, alright
Gloria just confused with Walter
She would never hold hands with a boy like you
'Cause you're made of slime
Don't tell me that my boy has big problems
Don't you worry about my son
He'll be just fine
Give me a call, we're [Incomprehensible]
Run and slide on your belly
Folks are in New Delhi
We're making prank calls
Give me a call, we're having a ball
Go and turn on the TV
Naked women on 63
I wish I was tall
Don't you wish you were tall
We're having a ball
We're having a ball
We're having a ball
We're having a ball
We're having a ball
We're having a ball
We're having a ball
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