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She ran out of luck and started sweatin' bullets |
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She tried to get a job but she couldn't do it |
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Now she's livin' in a suitcase out on the street |
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He said I love your family they sure are funny |
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You know I hate to ask but can you loan me some money |
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Tryin' to get a grip, tryin' to get back on my feet |
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She's sleepin' in the kitchen on the hardwood floor |
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Said it fixed her back, it don't hurt no more |
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She's lookin' real good, but she's still havin' trouble with her knees |
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They lookin' for some kinda satisfaction |
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Workin' off some kinda chain reaction |
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Tryin' to get a handle on whatever it is they need |
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Victims... of the situation |
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Can't rise above their own desperation |
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They keep on pushin' |
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But they can't get it up to speed |
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He's standin' in the mirror combin' his hair |
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Gettin' all dressed up but he ain't goin' nowhere |
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You could cut him with a knife |
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And I betcha he wouldn't even bleed |
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He said hey doc take a look at this |
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It don't work and I'm scared to death |
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He said I got somethin' for you but you only get the first one free |
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Never seen a woman that crazy 'bout a man |
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Like a devil and an angel hand and hand |
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She knows what he is, but that ain't the life he leads |
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They lookin' for some kinda satisfaction |
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Workin' off some kinda chain reaction |
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Tryin' to get a handle on whatever it is they need |
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Victims... of the situation |
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Can't rise above their own desperation |
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They keep on pushin' |
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But they can't get it up to speed |
