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Well, I've been a sinner |
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All of my days |
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Been a certified hell hound |
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I changed my ways |
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Yeah, she crawled around the floor on her hands and knees |
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Rollin' on her back tryin' to show it to me |
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Long black hair swingin' outta control |
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All that temptation's messin' with my soul |
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Feel like |
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Adam sittin' naked 'neath the apple tree |
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I don't wanna go there |
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It's like a forked-tongue serpent crawlin' all over me, yeah |
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I don't wanna go there, oh yeah |
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I've been a sinner |
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All of my days |
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Been a certified hell hound |
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I changed my ways |
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Smoke's so thick, you can cut it with a knife |
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She can make you real happy or ruin your life |
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All lubed up from her head to her toes |
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All this temptation messin' with my soul |
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Feel like |
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Adam sittin' naked 'neath the apple tree |
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I don't wanna go there |
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It's like a forked-tongue serpent crawlin' all over me, oh |
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I don't wanna go there |
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Sounds like a 427 revvin' over the line |
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A hardcore stripper workin' overtime |
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Smells like honeysuckle drippin' from the vine |
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The last temptation, bitch is blowin' my mind |
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I've been a sinner |
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All of my days |
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Been a certified hell hound |
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Well, but |
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I changed my ways |
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Now I'm runnin' outta money, |
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I'm runnin' on rum |
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Waitin' on somethin' that's never gonna come |
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I'm slippin' in the darkness, slippin' outta sight |
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Gettin' outta here in the middle of the night |
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Like Adam sittin' naked 'neath the apple tree |
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I don't wanna go there |
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Feel like a forked-tongue serpent crawlin' over me, oh |
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I don't wanna go there |
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It's like a hardcore stripper workin' overtime |
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I don't wanna go there |
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It's like the last temptation, bitch is blowin' my mind |
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I don't wanna go there |
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Hey, hey, hey |
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I don't wanna go there |
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No, I ain't gonna go there |
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I've been a sinner |