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Before I met my baby, there was a whole lot going on |
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Yea, before I met my baby, there was a whole lot going on |
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I used to wag my tail in every corner, never hesitate to give that bitch a bone |
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Before I met my baby didn't have a clue |
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Before I met my baby I didn't know what I should do |
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Before I met my baby this misguided mutt made dogmeat out of you and everybody else |
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She went to see my kennel, she said "It's like a rabbit huch" |
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She went to see my kennel, she said "It smells too much" |
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She wouldn't wag her tail or nothing at all until the furniture-man called |
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He said take it away, oh yeah, go on, let's guitar |
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One time, baby, I took her for a walk |
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Two timing bitch, I tried to squash her under a truck |
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Three time looser, this ain't no game |
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Five hand shuffle driving me insane |
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I can't get it when I want it, when I call her she don't answer to her name |
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We settle down into a laugh of bliss or so it seemed |
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I adjusted to the endless wine and foodmixes end her talking to me |
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It was hell, I tell you |
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And when I dug my bone up, she threw my bone right back at me! |
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Some... |
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There's some harmonica? In the ball? |
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I finished with that bitch, he'd left her tied up to a tree |
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She had a note around her neck saying, "Take this one, she's free" |
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Before I met my baby my life was misery |
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Before I met my baby my life was misery |
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Hm... |