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She said, "There's something in the woodshed |
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And I can hear it breathing, it's such an eerie feeling, darling" |
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He said "There's nothing in the woodshed |
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It's your imagination, end of the conversation, darling" |
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Something in his heart told him to come clean |
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He was not who he claimed to be |
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Something in his genes told him to pretend |
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'Twas something for the weekend |
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But she said "There's something in the woodshed |
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I know because I saw it, I can't simply ignore it, darling" |
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So he said "Now baby, don't be stupid, get this into your sweet head |
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There ain't nothing in the woodshed" |
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Something in his heart told him to come clean |
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He was not who he claimed to be |
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Something in his jeans told him to pretend |
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'Twas something for the weekend |
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"I'll go all the way with you |
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If you'll only do the same for me, go and see |
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If it's nothing like you say |
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Then you can have your wicked way with me" |
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He went down to the woodshed |
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They came down hard on his head |
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Gagged and bound and left for dead |
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When he woke she was gone with his car and all of his money |
