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12/8 time seemed to her to be some sort of life of crime |
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With the handcuffs and the billy clubs coming down on me |
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She said rock 'n roll don't give her nothing but bad dreams |
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So she planned my funeral and left me for dead |
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A single corpse in a double bed |
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But now she's standing on my front porch |
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She goes knock, knock, knock, knock |
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Knock, knock, knock, knock |
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She come knockin' at my door |
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Now she come knockin' at my door |
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Now her key it don't fit |
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I'm not gonna let her in |
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Now she come knockin' at my door |
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Now she come knockin' at my door |
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Now her key it don't fit |
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I'm not gonna let her in |
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Well, would you look at here |
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She's got a perfume bottle and her fancy clothes |
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And a ribbon in her hair |
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Well, she ain't bad-lookin' and I'll give her that |
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But she ain't all there |
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And her body ain't as sexy as her underwear |
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Her stomach ain't big enough I suppose |
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To eat up all the mean words that she spoke |
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She gonna try to ring quiet but the doorbell's broke |
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She gonna have to knock, knock, knock, I said |
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You're gonna knock, knock, knock, yeah |
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She come knockin' at my door |
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Now she come knockin' at my door |
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Now her key it don't fit |
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I'm not gonna let her in |
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She come knockin' at my door |
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Now she come knockin' at my door |
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Now her key it don't fit |
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I'm not gonna let her in |
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She come a knock-knock, let me in |
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She come a knock-knock, let me in |
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She come a knock-knock, let me in |
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I said no |
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She come a knock-knock, let me in |
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She come a knock-knock, let me in |
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She come a knock-knock, please |
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Oh, please |
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No, no, no |
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No, no, no |
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No, no, no |
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Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin |
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Would I ever consider to begin to let you in |
