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On my way from work, |
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I'm on the 80 bus, |
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It's crowded as hell, someone's raising up a fuss, |
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Shove past an old man and take the last free spot, |
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I lean back in my bucket seat and check out what |
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I've got, |
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Sparkle in my eye, smile on my face, |
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Slicked back hair, gotta keep up with the pace, |
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Cheap smelling perfume is drifting here and there, |
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I open up a window 'cause it's really hard to bear |
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All I need is a look in my direction, |
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Take another peek at a wonderful complection, |
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All this stress makes me suffer indigestion |
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Hey, won't you notice, spend a moment in reflection |
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You'll always find me hanging around, |
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Playing pool at |
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Gert's and drinking 'till |
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I drown, A leisure suit, |
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I can't get dusty, |
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Karaoke mic, you know my singing's rusty, |
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Friday night is here, and |
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I'm on the move, |
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Fall down some stairs, and roll me up a dube, |
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Rev up the engine of my shiny |
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Trans-am, |
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I guess I never realized that |
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I'm my only fan |
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You'll always find me hanging around, |
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Playing pool at |
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Gert's and drinking 'till |
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I drown, A leisure suit, |
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I can't get dusty, |
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Karaoke mic, you know my singing's rusty |
