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When the moon comes up the sun goes down |
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Rita starts to creep around |
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Gets a flame in her blood fire on her breath |
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Fourteen names notched on her chest |
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She gotta rose tattooed on her thigh |
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Dead men raise and sigh |
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And it drives my young blood wild |
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My baby's got the Cadillac walk |
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When Rita turns down her bed |
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Grown men plead and beg |
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Baby honey baby you're the one |
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Carve your name right on my gun |
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Ain't she something nice |
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Bones rattle my dice |
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I slobber down my side |
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My baby's got the Cadillac walk |
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Lonely tonight honey hear my call |
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She said boy I won't make you crawl |
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Rita pound by pound |
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Knows how to work it down |
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Weep and cry to and fro |
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Leave your heart she'll steal your gold |
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No matter what the cost |
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Ooh...them duel exhaust |
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Make my motor sigh |
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My baby's got the Cadillac walk |
