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Well, someone liked my girl and |
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I, I don't mean |
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Nose picking soapbox some which just stand |
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I'll chafe red from scratching from the fleas |
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The couch that came to call me as she steps on me |
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Something about her that would melt a man |
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I'm not hitting in streaks |
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But I sure nail some ass |
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Well I was about to touch myself when |
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When I get nice |
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All the coal could turn to pure water |
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Peering out bug eyes |
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I board the air express, yeah, well |
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I'm real clean |
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Real filth in tired matches |
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It can't be seen |
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Yeah, puts up and milks it |
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He's gotta look out |
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Randy little bastard skipping stars just to get to me |
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Something wrong with the steps of man |
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Think I'll go down to |
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Roswell and get me an alien hand |
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Can I push you over my knee |
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But it's not enough for your insipid ass |
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I found dead insects and cockbull |
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Last time you left with that yellow trash |
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Her mind can't budge, she sees a frigid ass |
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Yeah Repaint the lines |
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So you believe the stuff raid |
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Repaint the lines |
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So you believe the mistake |
