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Hazel's got them blue eyes
And she knows I like em'
Making me go tongue-tied
She's like my bible
From a magazine
Don't make me scream it
So Hazel won't you come on down, come right over to me
Hazel's from the east side, so I know she's packing (Huh!)
Talk about a joyride, in her momma's pick up truck
1999, don't make me scream it
Hazel won't you run right over me
Brown suede leather
And a white t-shirt
Add some pressure with that mini skirt
Yeah it feels good
Hazel won't you run right over me?
Fuck forever
It never works
But you look so hot
That it makes it hurt
Yeah it feels good
Hazel won't you run right over me?
Kissing like a heat wave
Can I come over?
San diego summer
Chanel handbag
Making me feel free
Don't make me scream it
So Hazel won't you come on down, come right over to me
Hazel's Coca-Cola
Hubba-Bubba
Kinda like a beach day in December
Swimming out to Sea
You know I'll scream it
Hazel won't you run right over me
Brown suede leather
And a white t-shirt
Add some pressure with that mini skirt
Yeah it feels good
Hazel won't you run right over me?
Fuck forever
It never works
But you look so hot
That it makes it hurt
And it feels good
Hazel won't you run right over me?
Brown suede leather
And a white t-shirt
Add some pressure with that mini skirt
Yeah it feels good
Hazel won't you run right over me?
Fuck forever
It never works
But you look so hot
That it makes it hurt
And it feels good
Hazel won't you run right over me?