High and the Lows Mickey Avalon (Ft. Katy Perry)
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[Chorus: Katy Perry]
You gotta take the highs with the lows
Sometimes it's just how it goes
And when you're down to nothing at all
It's always predictable
Postpone your broken dreams
While flipping through the pages of a magazine
You gotta take the highs with the lows
[Verse 1: Mickey Avalon]
Preacher McGrath was always eager to ask
Why his mother rubbed her hands beneath his pants at mass
And if he missed a prayer he best beware her wrath
'Cause moms would whip his ass to keep him on the path
To the son and the father plus the holy ghost
Run for cover or she bust his nose
Behind closed doors he dressed in hooker's clothes
And shoot [?] on his catechism, listen close
One day he got married to a bird named Persephone
Who died giving birth to his only child Stephanie
Whose destiny was flawed, undeserved
Because God made her father a filthy perv
[Chorus: Katy Perry]
You gotta take the highs with the lows
Sometimes it's just how it goes
And when you're down to nothing at all
It's always predictable
Postpone your broken dreams
While flipping through the pages of a magazine
You gotta take the highs with the lows
You gotta take the highs with the lows
Sometimes it's just how it goes
And when you're down to nothing at all
It's always predictable
Postpone your broken dreams
While flipping through the pages of a magazine
You gotta take the highs with the lows
[Verse 1: Mickey Avalon]
Preacher McGrath was always eager to ask
Why his mother rubbed her hands beneath his pants at mass
And if he missed a prayer he best beware her wrath
'Cause moms would whip his ass to keep him on the path
To the son and the father plus the holy ghost
Run for cover or she bust his nose
Behind closed doors he dressed in hooker's clothes
And shoot [?] on his catechism, listen close
One day he got married to a bird named Persephone
Who died giving birth to his only child Stephanie
Whose destiny was flawed, undeserved
Because God made her father a filthy perv
[Chorus: Katy Perry]
You gotta take the highs with the lows
Sometimes it's just how it goes
And when you're down to nothing at all
It's always predictable
Postpone your broken dreams
While flipping through the pages of a magazine
You gotta take the highs with the lows
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