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Karla Faye, Karla Faye |
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Karla Faye, Momma's little lady |
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Karla Faye, Karla Faye |
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Do it for Momma, Come to Pappa |
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Holdin' tight to the motor cycle |
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Feels the blood pound in her head |
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Shootin' straight with a dirty needle |
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Momma shows the John her bed |
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Ten years old, already dead |
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Deep in the heart of Texas |
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God bless Texas the home of the brave |
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In her country clubs her white washed thugs |
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keep the oil price safe |
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"Vote for me" ... God bless you Georgie Baby |
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For though the truth will never set you free |
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You'll be linked eternally... |
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To Karla Faye, Karla Faye |
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"Suck it for Momma... did Big Tex' hurt my Baby?" |
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Karla Faye, Karla Faye |
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You gotta die for Georgie boy |
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'Cause Georgie boy is on his way |
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Georgie Porgie pudding and pie |
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Blessed the girl then let her die. |
