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If I were more like city girls |
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if I were more like city girls |
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If I were more like fancy girls |
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And thanks little bee, think of me |
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Here's four photographs |
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Just for laughs |
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My Miss Shipwreck sinks |
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Yes she sings |
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My Miss Pitchfork pinch |
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Yes she pinch |
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My Miss Sidewalk slips |
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Makes a mess, tickle flesh |
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When the night doesn't want you |
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And the sounds all surround you |
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And the steps to the temple |
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Are the breasts made of puddles |
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And if I were more like city girls |
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If I were more like fancy girls |
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And all my thumbs touch too much |
