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I can't raise my glass, without seeing her ass |
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Through its telescopic bottom |
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I can't raise my glass, without seeing her ass |
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Through its telescopic bottom |
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If you wanna know what agony is |
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Ask the girl at the bottom of my glass |
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Well love'll come a-knockin' with my |
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Toolbag and my stockin' |
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Challeng-challengin' her knickers |
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Well love'll come a-knockin' with my |
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Toolbag and my stockin' |
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With my bag a-challenging her knickers |
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If you wanna know whats shakin' down the house |
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Ask the girl at the bottom of my glass |
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I can spill my drink |
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From the woman at the sink, |
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Coming at my lap with rum and bitters |
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Slop my drink, without that woman at the sink, |
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I'll grab my back |
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with the rag and mittens |
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If you're looking for that woman at the house |
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Ask the girl at the bottom of my glass - all right! |
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I cannot raise my drink, |
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Without stopping to think |
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That some bad baby's givin' me trouble |
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I cannot raise my drink, |
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Without stopping to think |
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That some bad baby's givin' me trouble |
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If you wanna see what's inside of Sally |
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You'll find that doll in a hole |
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Out in the alley, |
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Yeah |
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I cannot raise my glass, without seeing her ass |
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That booze is a-turning bitter |
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I cannot raise my glass, without seeing her ass |
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'cause you got no more than bitter |
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If you know a little bit about my past |
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Take my switch at the bitch in my house |
