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Yeah, I swore to offer love |
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I swore off women |
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Devoted my life to huntin' and fishin' |
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I'd never be anyone else's lovesick fool |
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It ain't cool |
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I spend all my spare time |
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Fixin' up |
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That old rusted up pick-up truck |
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In no time at all |
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I'd have it lookin' like brand new |
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Then you--- |
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CHORUS: |
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Flip the switch |
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Tore my ??? |
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Played my piano like Liveracchi |
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I let down my guard |
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And my heart was as good as gone |
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So long |
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Yeah, ya cranked my tractor |
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Ya flick my bic |
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Woman you trig my trigger on my thing-a-majig |
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Can't explain how ya done it |
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But, honey, you turn me on |
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You done all the takin' |
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I done all the gettin' |
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I threw up my hands, said |
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'The heck with it' |
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I shut down my heart |
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Locked it up and pulled the fuse |
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Before it blew |
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All my emotions were disconnected |
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No sign of a spark |
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The big detector |
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I had nobody |
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So I had nothing to lose |
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Then you--- |
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(Repeat chorus) |
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Yeah, ya crank my tractor |
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Ya flick my bic |
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Woman you trig the trigger on my thing-a-majig |
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Can explain how you done it |
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But, honey, you turn me on--- |
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(SAID by Tim) |
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I can't handle that baby |
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You better slow down |
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Shhwwwooo |