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Everytime I'm walkin', down the streets, |
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some pretty mama she starts breakin' down |
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Stop breakin' down, yes stop breakin' down |
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The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, |
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it'll make you lose your mind. |
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Now, you Saturday night women's, you love to ape and clown, |
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you won't do nothin' but tear good man (i.e Jack White) reputation down |
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Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down |
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The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, |
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it'll make you lose your mind |
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Now, I give my baby, now, the ninety-nine degree, |
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she jumped up and throwed a pistol down on me |
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Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down |
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Stuff I got'll bust your brains out, if you think you lose your mind |