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Hey Girl |
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What you lookin' like? |
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I have seen you get up, and go to that bathroom |
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Like five or six times in the last twenty minutes |
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What the hell's going on? |
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[Verse 1] |
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Under the great wide gray sky |
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Still the same guy watching the paint dry |
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With bloodshot snake eyes |
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My lady still hates me like you know she should |
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Because the simple things in life don't get overlooked |
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But now I'm here with a glass full of beer |
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Positioned in my chair to watch your ass from a mirror |
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Hungover and horny, dirty old man |
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Weed junky drunk leaving tips for the dope man |
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I'll impress her with my jukebox selections |
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Spit a couple words in exchange for affection |
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And if those legs work as good as they look girl |
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You can walk up and down the page in my book |
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Can you spell secret? |
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Come get your feet wet |
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Let me make up pet names for all your little regrets |
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(Here let me buy you a drink as a token of my erection) |
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Hoping that you'll open up and put down your weapons |
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[Chorus] |
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Up, up, girl let your strap down, put your strap down |
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Up, up, girl put your strap down |
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[Verse 2] |
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Spaghetti strapped, another lap around the track |
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I had to suffer punching onto somebody's back |
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What's up with that? |
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Where's the independence? |
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Find the dotted line between acquainted with and friendship |
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But damn got head rushed, can't stop |
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What's the big fuss it was just a little hand job |
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So what if her friend took off her bra and socks and drawers |
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It was like a massage-a-trois |
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Why the witnesses always positioned up in your business |
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Like they're invested in your best interests |
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Who I be with, and who I leave with |
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Affects this vicarious life that the weak live |
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Guess now the pressure's on me to charm you |
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Relieve you of your weapon, disarm you |
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See if I can get you off this barstool |
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We all wanna know if I can get you out your clothes girl |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse 3] |
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From the star-fuckers to the hard lovers |
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Passing judgment on none |
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Everyone's got scars mother |
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Some of them will never heal |
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Sometimes you gotta step aside; you wanna see how the weather feels |
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You can't avoid them or fill a void with 'em |
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If you're nuts you'll enjoy trying to make him your boyfriend |
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I'm like a pile of paper and ribbons the day after Christmas |
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(Naw, naw for real I will take my clothes off right here girl) |
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Who wants to help me, I'm looking for a muse |
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This time around I'm trying to cook up the blues |
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Let's make a little love, a little hate |
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A little give and take and give it to the kids that can relate |
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And we don't even have a choice |
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It's the balance, the bits between your ears and my voice |
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So praise God that the rain ain't stopped |
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Let's head to my spot and take that wet tank-top off now |
