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She's smooth as velour |
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Boots are nearly worn |
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Behind the backdoor |
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She keeps her Daddy warm |
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But when she danced |
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The monkey filled her pants |
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She sang my song |
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I swear it was all wrong... yes it was |
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I've been counting fireflies |
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She's older than she says |
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The moon above is weeping |
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For she ain't in my bed |
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She paints a soft store |
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Behind the old woodshed, alright |
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She called my Papa |
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And swore that I was dead |
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So when she lies |
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My Mother filled her thigh |
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So I was dead |
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And this is what I said |
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Sing it with me! |
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I've been counting fireflies |
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She's bolder than she says |
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The moon above is weeping |
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For she ain't in my bed |
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For she ain't in my bed |
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For she ain't in my bed |
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For she ain't in my bed |
