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It ain' t his fault that she went A. W. O. L |
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' Cause he tried everything from A to Z |
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Now it' s J B, M M' s and KFC |
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Tryin' hard to make himself believe |
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It ain' t no B. F. D he' s got his C. M. T |
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No S E X but that' s okay |
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At least he ain' t no S. O. B like that Ph. D |
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That took his EX and ran off to L. A. |
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She liked C. N. N made fun of his T. N. N |
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Always called it E I E I O |
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Now their love is RIP but at least he' s F R E E |
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And he ain' t cryin' on his P I L L O |
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It ain' t no B. F. D, he' s got his C. M. T |
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No S. E. X but that' s okay |
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At least he ain' t no S. O. B like that P. h. D |
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That took his EX and ran off to L. A. |
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One night he ordered pizza |
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For some R R with the N. F. L |
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When a delivery girl named Lisa |
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Stole his heart when she rang his bell |
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Now they' re in L U V and it' s X T C |
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No S E X yet but that' s A okay |
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Feels just like a VIP with all of her T. L. C |
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And A. S. A. P, she' ll be his fianc e |
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And that' s a B. F. D in a real good way |