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The coffee at the hospital |
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Was a low-down nasty sludge |
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I got 19 compound fractures and |
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I'm talking to the judge |
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And if that judge don't bust you, |
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I'll take you to the one that will |
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'cause I would not be in traction if I did not fall in love |
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Call me a dumbell, call me a spoiled slug, |
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I tumbled down your staircase, |
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And I'm taking you to court. |
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If that court don't bust you, mama, |
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I'll take you to the one that will |
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'cause I would not be in traction if I did not fall in love |
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(oh no!) |
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I would not be on my feet, |
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I swear by God above. |
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My arm and first 3 fingers |
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Are in a plaster glove |
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I would not be in traction if I did not fall in love |
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If that cop don't bust you baby, |
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I'll take you to the one that will. |
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'cause I would not be in traction if I did not fall in love |
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The coffee at the hospital |
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Was a low-down nasty sludge |
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I got 19 compound fractures, baby |
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Talkin' to the judge |
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If that judge don't bust you, mama |
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I'll take you to the one that will |
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But I would not be in traction if I did not fall in love |
