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She's too much for my mirror |
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She almost make me lose it |
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The way she abuse it make me never wanna use it |
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Well, mend yer heart and mind yer soul |
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Ole Chicago, she's, uh, woman that-a |
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Make, uh, young man, uh, bum |
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She howl like the wind make me heart grow cold |
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Make me long for that little red fum |
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She makes things fly and she makes things roll |
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She got me way over here and |
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I'm hungry and cold |
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I remember m' mother told me |
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I oughta be choosy |
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That was way back when |
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I thought she was m' friend |
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Now I find out she's, uh, floosey |
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I remember the butterflies and the sweet smell uh corn |
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And the bubbling fish in that lil' pond |
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Ooh, Lousey, ooh, |
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Lousey, how |
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I long for you, how |
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I long for you? |
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She's too much for my mirror |
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That little floosey oh how |
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I fear her, ooh, |
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Lousey |
