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oh my rascal, you'll never stick |
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get too close i'll cut you quick |
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there ain't no wires hold me back |
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there ain't no switches on this track |
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sail right through your briar patch |
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oh my mama, get off of that porch |
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gin that cotton and shoe that horse |
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bake that bread before i rise |
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there ain't no melon good as mine |
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out in the fields it's picking time |
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kitchen's getting hot |
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don't you preach what you are not |
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just who is your god |
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to leave you so damn flawed? |
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sugar tit sugar tit, you better think twice |
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what looks like cake don't taste so nice |
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pour that syrup good and thick |
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spread that jam across your lips |
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my sweet wears out, you best to git |
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dry drunk, dry drunk, here is a sip |
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ask yourself, was it worth it? |
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burn your feet upon my fire |
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waste your whiskey on the choir |
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i never knew a bigger liar! |
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kitchen's getting hot |
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don't you preach what you are not |
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just who is your god |
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to leave you so damn flawed? |
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oh my rascal, you'll never stick |
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get too close, i'll cut you quick |
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there ain't no wires hold me back |
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there ain't no switches on this track |
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sail right through your briar patch |