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Don't lie, where have you been? |
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Your teeth are red, your eyes are peppermints |
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Sailing out to sea with your new best friend |
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You don't like the way you live so you play pretend |
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But isn't it time you act your age? |
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You got a mortgage on your shoulders, got a babe on the way |
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You shrug it off with a jackass grin |
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Thinking as soon as you clean up you're gonna do it again, he says |
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Whoa, oh, oh no |
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I'm going to |
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Pleasure Island, |
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I don't wanna come home |
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Whoa, oh, oh no |
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The reverend says beware, he swears we're going to hell |
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We may be donkeys but at least we have a tale to tell |
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Don't start with the slap on the wrist |
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I don't need no cease and desist |
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I ain't fooling around and it ain't no sin |
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So you best be stepping back those ugly ultimatums |
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And never you mind what your old maid says |
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There ain't nothing to complain so long as you're earning bread |
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She's got a way of getting under your skin |
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She plants a little seed of doubt, the guilt blossoms, she says |
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Whoa, oh, oh no |
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If you're going to |
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Pleasure Island, you can never come home |
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Whoa, oh, oh no |
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The problem with you, kid, you can't say no |
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You can't take a little nibble, you got to lick the bowl |
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I pushed off, |
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I'm sailing away and |
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I ain't looking back |
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Can't have you see me this way this just might be my greatest mistake |
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Though when the future turns away for the present's presence |
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My life was born of pleasure but it sure wasn't pleasant, he says |
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Whoa, oh, oh no |
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I'm going to |
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Pleasure Island, |
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I ain't never going home |
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Whoa, oh, oh no |
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I'll make an ass out of myself sooner than say, |
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I'm wrongYeah, |
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I'll soon be bucking around in the mud |
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Whoa, oh, oh no |
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I'm going to |
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Pleasure Island, |
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I ain't coming back home |
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Whoa, oh, oh no |
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And mama's stuffing her |
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Bible, she swears we're going to hell |
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And papa just chills, he wants to come here as well |
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We may be donkeys but at least we have a tale to tell |