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(will birch/graeme douglas/dr feelgood) |
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My sugar likes to take a drink |
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To help her sleep and make her dream |
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She's on to something but now they think |
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There's not enough blood in her alcohol screen |
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When things get on top of her |
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There ain't no stoppin' her |
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My sugar turns to alcohol |
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One trip to the watering hole |
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My sugar turns to alcohol |
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One more drip will take it's toll |
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Now when it gets into her head |
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There ain't nothin' I can do |
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Her days are numbered the doctor said |
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Now she's drinking and counting too |
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When time is running out |
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Now there can be no doubt |
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My sugar turns to alcohol |
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One trip to the watering hole |
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My sugar turns to alcohol |
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One more drip will take it's toll |
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Eight bars I'm getting old |
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Now, in the morning her heads so thick |
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There's only one thing that she can do |
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One drink and she's a brand new girl |
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Then that brand new girl wants one too |
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When things get on top of her |
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There ain't no stoppin' her |
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When time is running out |
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Now there can be no doubt |
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My sugar turns to alcohol |
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One trip to the watering hole |
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My sugar turns to alcohol |
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One more drip will take it's toll |
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My sugar turns to alcohol |
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One trip to the watering hole |
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My sugar turns to alcohol |
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One more drip will take it's toll |
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Yeah I warned you about that stuff baby |
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That ain't gin you're drinkin' |
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That's pure petroleum |
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Ha ha ha ha yeah.... |
