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Strings attached, fake eye lashes |
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Broke apart the piggie bank for petty cash |
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Sensitive sister blush, and don't stare |
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Watch the children squabblin' in the square |
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Tip my hat, low windows |
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Once I saw you naked, there was nothing to show |
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Piano plays, sonata tempo |
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Of all the girls of in our class she's the most refined |
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I'd like to be there in the morning when you wake up |
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Maybe pipe dream, but come easter we could pack up |
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I'd like to be there in the morning when you wake up |
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Maybe pipe dream, but come easter we could pack up |
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I like to show up at your door step |
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Wearing the winter tie my neighbour tied, |
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And meet your family, compliment cookin' |
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Drink the beer your uncles are brewin' |
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Flat-out refused to take that job |
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Just because i'm poor don't mean I can't be a snob |
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Strawberry hair, fair freckled skin |
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Waiting like a creep outside catillian |
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Shy expression, shawl on her shoulders |
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Bought this house with money that your grandfather stole |
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Much too young, save the imagination |
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Ruined an elegant girl's reputation |
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I'd like to be there in the morning when you wake up |
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Maybe pipe dream, but come easter we could pack up |
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Woah, woah |
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Woah, oh |
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Woah, oh |
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Woah, oh |
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And when they ask me my occupation |
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I'm a prayin man working on my patience |
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I got no preference, politic party |
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Parents take away my car keys |
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Mass lets out, rollin' smokes for trades |
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drink my weight coffee at the penny arcade |
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rows of shoes, shelves of jewerly |
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Mama's dying her hair in the vanity |
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Daddy's watch too tight, try silver spoon for size |
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Harder than a needle through a camel's eye |
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Folks gather around the table, find a place |
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Boys that girl don't have expensive tastes |
