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He's so purity, a shaven and a mourning, |
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and standing on a Pigeon toe, in his dissarray |
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Straight in the picture pose, |
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he's coming around to meet you |
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And screaming like a battle cry, its more if i stay |
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Me and your cold, Driving in the snow, |
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let the good times roll, let the good times roll |
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Cowgirl king of the rodeo, let the good times roll, |
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let the good times roll |
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How dare you some to me like withnail for a favor, |
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hold on not my fairy tale you're trying to start |
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Take off your overcoat, you're staying for the weekend, |
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and swaying like a smokey grey, a drink in the park |
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Good time to roll on. |