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Checkmate honey |
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Beat you at your own damn game |
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No dice honey |
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I'm livin' on the astral plane |
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Feet's on the ground |
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Your head's going down the drain |
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Heads i win, tails you lose |
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To the never mind |
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That's where i draw the line |
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An indian summer |
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Carrie was all over the floor |
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She was a wet net winner |
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And rarely ever left the store |
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She'd sing and dance all night |
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And wrong all the right out of me |
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Pass me the vile and cross your fingers |
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It don't take time |
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Nowhere to draw the line |
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Hi we were singin' on your cowboy song |
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You told carrie |
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And promised her you wouldn't be long |
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Heads i win, tails you lose |
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Lord it's such a crime |
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No dice honey |
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You're salt, you're the queen of the brine |
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Checkmate honey |
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You're the only one who's got to choose |
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Where to draw the line |
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Checkmate, don't be late |
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Take another pull |
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That's right |
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Impossible |
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When you got to be yourself |
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You're the boss, the toss |
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The price, the dice |
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Grab yourself a slice |
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Nowhere to draw the line |
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