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Malory used to wear flowery clothes |
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Hobnobbin' with the snobs at the gallery shows |
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Now, I know what you doin' when you powder your nose |
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I could've done somethin' lookin' back, I suppose |
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Here come Jimmy, way too skinny |
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Down one forty from about two fifty |
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Hangin' out on the wrong side of the city |
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I used to have pity now I don't have any |
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Standin' on the corner in the cloth tube top |
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Bleach blond hair and a botched boob job |
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Hollywood Holly say she'll top you off, but |
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That's the kind of talk, girl, that got you shot |
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Say (Oh) |
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I ain't workin' no more |
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C'mon now (Hey) |
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I wanna sleep all day |
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And the song goes (Oh) |
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We can't take it no more |
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Don't worry 'bout it, man (Ha, ha) |
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There's pills for everything |
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Brimstone fire and new gold chains |
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Cigarette lighters and cook cocaine |
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There's pills for everything |
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Brimstone fire and new gold chains |
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Cigarette lighters and cook cocaine |
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There's pills for everything |
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I wanna get up |
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I wanna get down |
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I wanna feel so good so bad |
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I don't want it around |
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I need to get up |
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I need to be free |
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I need to feel so good so bad |
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I need to believe |
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Say (Oh) |
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I ain't workin' no more |
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C'mon now (Hey) |
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I wanna sleep all day |
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And the song goes (Oh) |
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We can't take it no more (Hoo) |
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Don't worry 'bout it, man (Ha, ha) |
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There's pills for everything |
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Sleepin' on the futon |
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Alligator boots on |
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Waitin' for a friend of mine |
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Some they never move on |
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Wait around too long |
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End up left behind |
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Sleepin' on the futon |
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Alligator boots on |
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Waitin' for a friend of mine |
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Some they never move on |
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Wait around too long |
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End up left behind |
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Sleepin' on the futon |
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Alligator boots on |
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Waitin' for a friend of mine |
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Some they never move on |
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Wait around too long |
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End up left behind |
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I wanna get up |
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I wanna get down |
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I wanna feel so good so bad |
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I don't want it around |
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I need to get up |
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I need to be free |
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I need to get them god-damn pills |
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Far away from me |
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Oh, come on and say (Oh) |
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I ain't workin' no more |
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And the song goes (Hey) |
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I wanna sleep all day |
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Say (Oh) |
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We can't take it no more (Hoo) |
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Don't worry 'bout it man (Ha, ha) |
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There's pills for everything |
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Brimstone fire and new gold chains |
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Cigarette lighters and cook cocaine |
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Brimstone fire and new gold chains |
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Cigarette lighters and cook cocaine |
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Brimstone fire and new gold chains |
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Cigarette lighters and cook cocaine |
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Brimstone fire and new gold chains |
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Cigarette lighters and cook cocaine |
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(Please, that hurts, don't do it any more!) |
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(Are you gonna be on my side if I let ya up?) |
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(Sure, I'm on your side. Just let me up; I'll do anything you say.) |
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(You're on my side.) |
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(I'm on your side.) |
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(Okay, lets go find the other fellas.) |
