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Little Janie, she wakes up from a dream |
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A gun like a jawbone down the waistband of her jeans, oh yeah |
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Mr. Sandman he could recite today's lesson in his sleep |
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He says, there oughta be some kinda law against me |
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From going down on the street, yeah |
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Little Janie pipes up and she says, she says |
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We're gonna have a real cool time tonight |
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Ooh, yeah tonight, alright |
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Down the back of |
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Janie's jeans |
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She had the jawbone of an ass, oh |
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Mr. Sandman, he runs around the corner |
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Trying to head her off at the pass |
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He sticks his head over the fence and yells |
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Something way too fast |
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Says a, it's todays lesson |
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There some about the corruption of the working class, yeah |
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Little Janie wakes up on the floor and she says |
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We're gonna have a real cool time tonight |
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Janie says, we are all such a crush of want, half-mad with loss |
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We are violated in our sleep and we weep |
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And we toss and we turn and we burn |
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Well, we are hypnotized, we are cross-eyed |
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We are pimped, we are bitched, we're sold such monstrous lies |
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Janie wakes up and she says, she says |
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We're gonna have a real cool time tonight |
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Mr. Sandman has a certain appetite for |
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Janie in repose |
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He digs her pretty knees and then she is completely naked |
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Underneath all her clothes |
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He likes to congregate around the intersection of |
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Janie's jeans, yeah |
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Mr. Sandman, the inseminator |
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He opens her up like a love letter and enters her dreams |
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Little Janie wakes and she says, she says |
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We're gonna have a real good time tonight |
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Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight |
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We're gonna have a real good cool time |
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C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, yeah |
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We're gonna have a real cool time |