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when the rain comes, don't cry |
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'cause i'll keep you dry |
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when the wind blows, don't sigh |
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'cause our love won't die |
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down from louisiana, playin' in a band |
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she moved to hollywood, bottle in her hand |
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wears a black bandana, blood red tattoo |
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i know she's wrong but i'm a bad guy too |
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she's a gang bang slave girl, i'll be your homeboy |
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she's a gang bang slave girl, i'll be your homeboy |
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gang bang slave girl, gang bang slave girl |
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daisy growing side of the road |
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forty-five smith and wesson, cock and load |
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you better run, better pay your rent |
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'cause every shell she shoots counts for money never spent |
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she's a gang bang slave girl, i'll be your homeboy |
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she's a gang bang slave girl, i'll be your homeboy |
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gang bang slave girl, gang bang slave girl |
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and on our anniversary we'll cruise the barrio |
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i'll hear your favorite song on the radio |
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gang bang slave girl, gang bang slave girl |
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and on our anniversary we'll cruise the barrio |
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i'll hear your vavorite song on the radio |
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when the rain comes, don't cry |
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'cause i'll keep you dry |
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when the wind blows, don't sigh |
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'cause our love won't die |
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'cause our love won't die |
