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Shaking his big grey trunk for the hell of it |
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He knows that you're dreaming all about being loved by him |
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Too bad your chances are slim |
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And it's not like mister shook to get shy when they ask him who is under |
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There must be something deep down in the middle down there |
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He's not too easily scared |
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He's got friends but they got fear |
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Who don't care too much if he just disappeared |
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Oh, look there he is now coming down the stairs |
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Here it comes |
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He pulled the mirrors off his Cadillac |
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'Cause he doesn't like it looking like he looks back |
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He talks like his opinion is a simple fact |
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Somebody grabbed his collar |
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He cried the whole way home |
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He won't remember a thing 'til they start again |
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That's how it is 'til the end |
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Yeah |
