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Dixon |
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Meet me on the bottom, |
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Bring me my running shoes. |
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When i come out the window, |
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We ain't got time to lose. |
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Well i ain't superstitious, |
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But a black cat crossed my trail. |
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Don't brush me with my broom, babe, |
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I just might land in jail. |
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Well my right hand itchin', babe, |
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I get smothered by the shore. |
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Look down you engine, babe, |
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But somebody got to go. |
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Meet me on the bottom, babe, |
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Bring me my running shoes. |
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When i come out the window, babe, |
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We ain't got time to lose. |
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Well i hope you are listening, |
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When i come streaking by. |
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Got a bad old man, babe, |
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And i'm too young to die. |
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Well i ain't superstitious, |
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But a black cat crossed my trail. |
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Don't brush me with my broom, babe, |
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I just might land in jail. |
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Dogs been barking |
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All around my neighborhood. |
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You give a sign, babe, |
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Ain't do nobody no good. |