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Dixon |
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Well I'm ready... ready as anybody can be |
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I am ready... a ready as anybody can be |
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I'm ready for you |
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I hope you ready for me |
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Got an out of town pistol with the graveyard frame |
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It shoots tombstone bullets... wit da ball and chain |
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I'm drinkin' TNT... and smokin' dynamite |
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I hope some schoolboy pick a fight |
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'Cause I'm ready... ready as anybody can be |
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Well I'm ready for you... I hope you ready for me |
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Now listen... |
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All you pretty little chicks with'chor curly hair |
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Know you feel like I ain't nowhere |
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But stop what'chor doin' honey... come over here |
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I'll prove it to ya baby that I ain't no square |
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'Cause I'm ready... ready as anybody can be |
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Now I'm ready for you... I hope you ready for me |
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Look out... |
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Look out... |
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Well I been drinkin' gin like never before |
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I'm feelin' so good... honey that's for sure |
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One more drink... honey I wish you would |
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Take a whole lotta lovin' to make me feel good |
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'Cause I'm ready... ready as anybody can be |
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Well I'm ready for you... I hope you ready for... |
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A ready for... |
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A ready for... |
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Well I'm ready for... |
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Oh baby... |
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You know I'm ready for you |
