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That papa got the hungry eyes |
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That mama owns the home-made thighs |
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That papa knows the greasy talk |
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That mama says to take a walk |
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He's the rubbernecker |
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Hit it, Chris! |
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That papa scopes the public place |
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Finds the mama with the movie face |
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Chases mama as he wastes her time |
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With his book of flawless come-on lines |
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He's the rubbernecker |
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Go, Joe! |
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I lay with my prey |
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She's dreaming of our future days |
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I've lied with this week's bride |
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And now my soft spot's growing tired (Shame, shame, shame!) |
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I feel it's my last meal |
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Cause her boyfriend's back |
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For my life to steal |
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I'm the rubbernecker invade space |
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I'm the rubbernecker in your face |
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My good eye may runnin' just a wee bit slow |
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My bad eye keeps a-roamin' with a mind of its own |
