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Which one's the birthday boy? |
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She said, "I ain't got all night" |
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What your momma name? |
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You can call me what you like |
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Every skin in history |
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Gotta make it hard somehow |
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Sit your bare ass down right here |
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I'll solve yours right now |
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Got a girlfriend, don't you, boy? |
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Nervous hands can't lie |
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Married men don't ask how much |
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Single one's ain't buy |
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One day you've got everything |
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Next day it's all broke |
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Let this Trixie sit up front |
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Let her wipe your nose |
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Working for the money like you got eight hands |
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Flat on your back under a mean old man |
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Just thinking happy thoughts, breathing in |
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Between your momma's drive and daddy's belt |
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It don't take smarts to learn the tune ?? |
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Pretty girls from the smallest towns |
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Can't remember life's storms and droughts |
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That old men talk about the years to come |
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I guess that's why they give us back |
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So few old man can say |
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They saw us when we were young |
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Which one's the birthday boy? |
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She said, "I ain't got all night" |
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What your momma name? |
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You can call me what you like |
