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He veers, she fears, he's comin' home to box her ears |
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Upside-down |
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Welfare, takes care, of all the women in his lair |
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Upside-down |
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And if you ask the cruellest soul, soul |
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you can't expect him to be home, be home |
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you'll always ask for one more try, try |
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you'll always give him one more.. |
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Heee-yeah! Heee-yeah! |
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She scrubs, he comes, she holds it in herself for months |
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Upside-down |
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He's bored, she scored, the blade has got a life that's torn |
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Upside-down |
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And if you ask the cruellest soul, soul |
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You can't expect him to be home, be home |
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you'll always ask for one more try, try |
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you'll always give him one more |
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Heee-yeah! Heee-yeah! |
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His bad luck, man it sucks, she's been impressed - who gives a fuck |
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Upside-down |
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She tired, growing tired, he's gonna rip her up inside |
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Upside-down |
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And if you ask the cruellest souls, soul |
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You can't expect him to be home, be home |
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you'll always ask for one more try, try |
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you'll always give him one more |
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Heee-yeah! Heee-yeah! Heee-yeah! Heee-yeah! |
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Upside-down |
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And if you ask the cruellest soul, soul |
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You can't expect him to be home, be home |
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he'll always ask for one more, try, try |
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he'll always give you one more try, try |
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you'll always give him one more... |
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Heee-yeah! Heee-yeah! Heee-yeah! Heee-yeah |