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I've been lightin' matches in the boiler room, |
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Wearing sulphur perfume. |
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(don't i smell nice?) |
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You come sniffin' around just like you own the joint, |
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You know it's rude to point. |
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(don't make me tell you twice.) |
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Well i like the way you walk, |
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That's why i left my door unlocked. |
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I must be going off half-cocked. (i sometimes do.) |
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You think it's funny, but i know it ain't no joke. |
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There's nothing left to read in here, there's nothing left to smoke. |
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Before the band the band kicks in, i guess i'd better start. |
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(i'll stomp a mud hole in your heart.) |
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You poured whiskey in my slurpee, swear to god you got me drunk, |
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Now i'm thinking that i'm sunk. |
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(and i can't swim.) |
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I'm drowning in the back seat of a '61 bel air, |
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I got a mouthful of your hair. |
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(a handful of skin.) |
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I ain't suffocating, |
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I'm just sick and tired of waiting. |
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Stop this pointless hesitating. (pull me in.) |
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There's an awful lot of stars out here, an awful lot of sky. |
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I'm turning on the radio, they're playing "let it ride." |
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Before the band the band kicks in, i guess i'd better start. |
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(i'll stomp a mud hole in your heart.) |
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We could cruise the lake like psychos, |
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Scare the kids on motorcycles. |
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(there ain't nothing i would rather do.) |
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It's 3-d on the tv, but it's empty on the street. |
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If it weren't for me and you, the avenue would be incomplete. |
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And i should say this, before this whole thing even starts, |
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I'll stomp a mud hole in your heart. |
