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She will kiss 'til your lip bleeds |
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But she will not take her dress off |
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Americana, tropicana |
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All the sailor boys have demons |
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They sing "Oh Kentucky why did you forsake me? |
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If I was meant to sail the sea |
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Why did you make me? |
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Should've been another state |
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Oh state.. |
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'cause Mary Anne's a bitch |
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Mary Anne's a bitch [x5]" |
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Does it matter that our anchors |
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Couldn't even reach the bottom |
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Of a bath tub? |
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And the sails reflect the moon |
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It's such a strange job |
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Playing Black Jack on the deck |
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Still, atop this giant bottle dressed in white |
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We quietly huddle with our missiles |
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And we miss the girls back home |
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Oh home sweet home |
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'cause Mary Anne's a bitch |
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Mary Anne's a bitch [x5] |
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She will kiss until your lip bleeds |
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But she will not take her dress off |
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Americana, tropicana |
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Americana, tropicana |
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Americana, americana |
