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Slut down, you got to treat them right |
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Dispatch the boys and leave her spread on site |
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Slut down, she's not the guilty type |
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She'll make her rounds |
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And call you moaning in spite |
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Daddies little superficial heart attack |
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(This emotional brat can't feel emotion) |
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Emotion I lack |
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Because your sex is a diversionary past time |
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(And your looks are only temporary) |
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Am I dead or sleeping? |
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Man down, just pull yourself upright |
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With your knack for class it'll be just fine |
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Man down, don't kid your self big guy |
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Impending doom is your calling in life |
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And how far is failure from the starting line? |
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With legs like that I see why |
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You've been running for so long |
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But a king can't build an empire without his queen |
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The working girl and her dirty red light story |
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(she says there has been no one before) |
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we lost transmission (can't talk sex) |
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And sex means love so its deceased |
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(she won't bleed) You're not the first to be deceived |
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Oh yes she'd bleed, if it were up to me |
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Claiming back that heart she swore to me |
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And how far is failure from the starting line? |
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With legs like that I see why |
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You've been running for so long |
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But a king can't build an empire without his queen |
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I say I lost mine at eighteen |
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She's been active since twelve |
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I say I'm coming back home |
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My bird is heading down south |
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I've been crawling on the floor |
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She's been laid out in bed |
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Since then I've been drinking to live |
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My standards suffered instead |
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She's nothing but an aging weathered hole [x4] |
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She's showing off her world |
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And I'm having trouble breathing |
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I found my equal |
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She said shut your mouth just breathe |
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And come a little closer |
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You look better inside me |
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And how far is failure from the starting line? |
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With legs like that I see why |
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You've been running for so long |
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But a king can't build an empire without his queen |
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She's nothing but an aging weathered hole |
