lyrics
It was too hot to handle and too hot to hold, those barbeque days are for young and old. Too hot to touch and too cold to serve, those barbeque days I barely deserve. Someone brought doritos and fritos, soda and grapes. Hell, there's even pickles and carrots and deviled eggs. But wait... I never had a chance to love you.
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Pop Pop,
released September 1, 2010
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