I thought I found a love but she was just a fling.
And then I a girl,
and felt a different thing.
It's like your hit in the ring like you're pulled by a string.
Can't breathe like you're choking on a chicken wing.

It was a thing called a ***.
And I wanted to sing,
and listen to the ballads of a man named Sting.
Baby, looks in your eye.
And it's suddenly spring like when Nala kissed Simba in the lion king.

Zinging in the air and I don't have a care.
I'm winging from the *** that we share.
Zinging in the rain.
Now I'm feeling no pain.
It's real, time for celebrating cause you're my ***.


So listen all you ***ers from here to beijing.
You better *** a box of strings and get ready to cling cause if love was money, you'd better be yelling "cha - ching",
cause next to ***, cupid's arrow's a little bee sting, it was a *** and a zang and a ziygididy and there was one only one
lady in the *** for me cause when you *** (when you ***)!

You better know one little thing: the only thing you're gonnna sling is a wedding ring!
Zinging in the air.
Now I don't have a care.
I'm winging from the *** that we share.

Zinging in the rain.
Now I'm feeling no pain.
It's a real time for celebrating cause you're my ***.
To the *** y'all,ba - da - bing y'all.

Gonnna knock you out right outta that ring y'all.
Better ring y'all, happening y'all.
Pay attention to the undead king, y'all!
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