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She takes my shoes off when |
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I pass out in the morning |
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Dead asleep from a night out with the boys |
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If she came with us |
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I'd have to send a warning: |
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She can drink with the best of us |
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She can smoke and she can drink as much as |
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I can She made me food and rolled a joint when |
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I broke my hand |
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Fightin' with her older brother, showed him |
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I'm a man |
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And she's as cool as the best of us |
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She don't get mad when |
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I'm out of control |
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When I'm blacked out drunk, at the top of my lungs |
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Man she just laughs and rolls |
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She's my lady, baby |
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I know this is always true |
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I see you yellin' at your girlfriend, mine's the shit, well how 'bout you? |
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Givin' head and we were driving down the freeway |
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Comin' home from |
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San Clemente on a friday |
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We were laughin' 'cuz her body was in my way |
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She's as cool as the best of us |
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Well she can rock and she can move it with me slowly |
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Nobody told me she can move it like that |
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I didn't see it, didn't buy it 'till she showed me |
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That she can drink with the best of us |
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Well she don't get mad when |
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I'm out of control |
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When I'm blacked out drunk, at the top of my lungs |
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Man she just laughs and rolls |
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She's my lady, baby |
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I know this is always true |
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I see you yellin' at your girlfriend, mine's the shit, well how 'bout you? |
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She likes the way |
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I smell when |
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I come home late |
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She tells me 'give em hell' before |
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I come on stage |
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She likes her beer real cold and her whiskey straight |
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Stayin' up all night and then we sleep all day |
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But if the sun comes steppin' in early |
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And I'm waitin' for my wallet to be empty ' |
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Cuz last night was next level, |
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I was off my leash |
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I can still look at her with no anxiety because |
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She don't get mad when |
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I'm out of control |
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When I'm blacked out drunk, at the top of my lungs |
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Man she just laughs and rolls |
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Well she's my lady, baby |
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I know this is always true |
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I see you yellin' at your girlfriend, mine's the shit, well how 'bout you? |
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She don't get mad when |
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I'm out of control |
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When I'm blacked out drunk, at the top of my lungs |
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Man she just laughs and rolls |
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She's my lady, baby |
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I know this is always true |
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I see you yellin' at your girlfriend, mine's the shit, well how 'bout you? |