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Met a fine red boned mami |
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She told me that her name was |
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LucilleMet her on |
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Fountain Avenue |
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Sitting on a |
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Cadillac Coupe |
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De VilleShe said, |
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I'm a liar, a thief, a junkie |
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And I used to be a whore |
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And I've been trying to shake this monkey |
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So long, I just can't take it no more |
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I got a weakness |
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I got a hunger, |
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I got a jones |
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I'm sick and |
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I need to get well |
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I hurt deep in my bone |
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I got a weakness |
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I got a fever, |
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I got a thirst |
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I'm sitting on the edge of the bubble |
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Just waiting for it to burst |
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We talked all afternoon |
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She made me cry, |
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I told some jokes |
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She looked me deep in my eyes |
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And told me love was nothing but a cruel hoax |
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Her grandmother died when she was five |
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And she never did know her folks |
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Her father fell in a gun fight |
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And her mother by an overdose |
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I got a weakness |
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I got a hunger, |
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I got a jones |
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I'm sick and |
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I need to get well |
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I hurt deep in my bones |
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I got a weakness |
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I got a fever, |
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I got a thirst |
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I'm sitting on the edge of the bubble |
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Just waiting for it to burst |
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She said, |
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I've slept with gangsters |
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Thugs and smugglers, congressman and governors |
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I've seen therapists and holy men |
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But this weakness is my only friend |
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It feeds my need, it numbs my soul |
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It starts to creep and take control |
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I sell my flesh, |
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I pierce my skin |
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And tomorrow |
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I'ma do it all again' |
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Cause I got a weakness |
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I got a hunger, |
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I got a jones |
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I'm sick and |
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I need to get well |
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I hurt deep in my bones |
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I got a weakness |
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I got a fever, |
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I got a thirst |
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I'm sitting on the edge of the bubble |
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Just waiting for it to burst |
