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Well you're traipsin' up and down my backyard |
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Get too cold, I'd die |
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Diggin' through my trashcans |
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With that white rope tied around your neck |
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You mistake me for some southern goddess |
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Some Delta girl done wrong |
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But I'm fixin' the knot through whatever I have to |
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To stay silent, get gone |
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One, two, three, I hate me |
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There's no one else who I know how to be |
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Four, five, six, oh your body makes me sick |
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Don't take it away from me just yet |
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There's no one I can think of |
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That I can stand less than you |
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Don't you want to touch my hands before you go? |
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I think I'm confused |
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I can feel my food digestin' |
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And I'm beggin' it to cease |
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My stomach's crushed against my lungs and you're, you're pushin' at my seams |
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And I seen the way you eye me up |
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Like a chunk of meat, like a chunk of meat gone bad |
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Like you were wishing I was something still worth having |
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You can go ahead, go ahead and have |
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One, two, three, I still hate me |
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There's no one else who I know how to be |
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Four, five, six, oh your body makes me sick |
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Don't take it away from me just yet |
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There's no one I can think of |
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That I can stand less than you |
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Don't you want to touch my hands before you go? |
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I think I'm confused |
