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I got a bad condition, |
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Yeah it's been going around, |
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Since Eve stole the fruit from the tree, |
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It's a thing for the dirty little thing we do, |
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I think about it don't freak with me. |
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Yeah there's a movie collection in the back of my mind, |
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It's filthy as a garbage pale, |
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If it keeps piling up at the rate it's growing, |
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I'm gonna be a perverted old man. |
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Yeah, I get dirtier by the year, |
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Yeah, I get dirtier by the year, |
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I'm more obscene than a hustler magazine, |
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And I get dirtier by the year. |
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The voice in my head is a four letter train, |
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It would bring my mama to tears, |
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Sometimes |
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I'm ashamed just to listen myself, |
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Man I'm glad nobody else can hear. |
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Yeah, it gets dirtier by the year, |
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Yeah, it gets dirtier by the year, |
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I'm nasty enough to make a stripper blush, |
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And I get dirtier by the year. |
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I'm like a wolf on the prow, |
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But there's no eating allowed, |
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My dinner's back home on the table. |
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But all these fantasies, |
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Keep propositionin' me, |
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I try to stop but |
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I'm not able. (no) |
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I went to the preacher, |
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I said I must confess, |
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I feel I'm rotten down to the core, |
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He said 'Don't be so hard on yourself now son, |
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What do you think all this religion is for?' |
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We get dirtier by the year, |
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We get dirtier by the year, |
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Yeah the longer we live, |
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The more there is to forgive, |
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We get dirtier by the year, |
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We get dirtier by the year. |
