My Ex-Girl - Farm Fresh, McEnroe, Pip Skid

I’ll pick you up and then we’ll get there early in the day

Last night I bought our wristbands at the St. Jame’s IGA

And yo they’re all you can ride, fuck the coupon stalls

We can skip the line and get the scoop on y’all

Girl you’re lookin' good, in your fresh apparel

Buy you a corn dog and a root beer from the barrel

I like them little donuts and them chilly fries

I think we ate too much, best to take the Enterprise

If your stomach’s queezy, don’t feel guilty girl

We can start off easy, like on the tilt-a-whirl

And when you’re feeling bolder and ready to move on

We can try the roller or the Gravitron

The Drop Of Doom, G Force and the Big Dipper

The Rainbow, the Mach Four and of course The Zipper

The choice is yours, what ride is next girl?

I brought you to the ex, cause you my ex-girl

You’re my ex-girl

It happens once a year

You’re my ex-girl and now that time is here

Come to the fair grounds, let your hair down

Yo, you’re my ex-girl

My river ex-girl

I’ma win you a troll if it takes all day

By playing Whack-A-Mole, no price too high to pay

We can hide-a-way, in The House Of Mirrors

You bring the Slush Puppies, I’ll bring the Elephant Ears

On the Ferris Wheel, we’ll get stuck at the top

Struck a deal with the carnie so he knew where to stop

And now we’re all alone, with the stars above

Below the Polar Express is playing Radar Love

(Do you wanna go faster?)

Says it slow on the mic

But he ain’t talking to us, we’ll go as slow as you like

It’s getting late, no need for sadness

Cause we got lots of time tonight, it’s midnight madness

You can watch the fireworks, curled up on my lap

Or we can ride down the slide on a burlap sack

It’s about good times

Not about sex girl

I brought you to the ex

Cause you my ex girl

«My ex»

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