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I wish my baby had deep pockets |
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So we could run around |
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Spendin' all her money |
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Paintin' up the town |
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I wish my baby had deep pockets |
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I'd love life everyday |
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She don't got deep pockets, boys |
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What's there left to say |
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I wish my baby had deep pockets |
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The deepest ones around |
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Her momma was made o' money |
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And her daddy owned the town |
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I wish my baby had deep pockets |
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I'd love life everyday |
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She don't got deep pockets, boys |
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What's there left to say |
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I wish my baby drove a caddy |
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The biggest one around |
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Burnin' all four tires |
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Around every turn in town |
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I wish my baby drove a caddy |
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I'd love life everyday |
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She don't drive no caddy, boys |
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It's some beat up Chevrolet |
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I wish my baby cooked me pork chops |
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The fattest ones around |
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I'd kiss her in the kitchen |
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With the cabbage boilin' down |
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I wish my baby cooked me pork chops |
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I'd love life everyday |
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Buy the gravy's way too lumpy, boys |
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What's there left to say |
