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The woman that I love |
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Is forty feet tall |
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She's a movie star |
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She's all in the papers |
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And everywhere i go |
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People hand me quarters |
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And they pat me on the back |
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They treat me like im famous |
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I'll never leave her side |
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Cause today can be dangerous |
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And when the night arrives |
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The light hit her features |
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And the cars drive by |
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Just so they could see her |
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And she never bats an eye |
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When someone takes her picture |
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Mr.Officer if you've come to take her |
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Then that means one of us |
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Gonna end up in a stretcher |
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Mr.Officer if you've come to take her |
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Then that means one of us |
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Gonna end up in a stretcher, yeah |
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Gonna end up in the papers |
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Gonna end up in the papers |
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If i had a pistol |
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I'd brandish it and wave it |
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She's the only one alive that knows that I'm not crazy |
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She's gonna testify on my behalf |
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Down at the Navy |
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So I can get some peace |
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And provide for my babies |
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I got a stick and a bottle |
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I'll pretend I got a razor |
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Helicopters and cameras all shottin' for the station |
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They say that a wild man defending his lady |
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But for some odd reason they keep calling you a painting |
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Mr.Officer if you've come to take her |
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Then that means one of us |
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Gonna end up in a stretcher |
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Mr.Officer if you've come to take her |
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Then that means one of us |
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Gonna end up in a stretcher |
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Mr.Officer if you've come to take her |
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Then that means one of us |
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Gonna end up in a stretcher |
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Mr.Officer if you've come to take her |
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Then that means one of us |
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Gonna end up in a stretcher |
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Mr.Officer if you've come to take her |
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Then that means one of us |
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Gonna end up in a stretcher |
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Mr.Officer if you've come to take her |
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Then that means one of us |
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Gonna end up in a stretcher |
