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She asked me to dance and then she paused |
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She was a neighborhood local at her local bar |
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With shoulder length brown hair and an accent I found fairly rare |
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One part country one part urban thug total fox |
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I was out of my element |
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New to the neighborhood and clearly lacking friends |
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Just adding to the mess of white ball caps and red keg cups |
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Dropping home values and raising rent |
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After the pause things became confusing |
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She asked "Are you a real man or a college student?" |
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I did not know what to say I'd started school that very day |
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Which is nothing but a big business I suppose |
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Right then and there my heart did drop |
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She turned and walked away without a second thought |
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I should have listened to my dad when he said "Work with your hands not your head |
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And your billfold will stay full and you won't be paying out debt" |
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So men the purpose of this song |
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Is to go ahead and pass my father's wisdom on |
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Go on and callous up those hands learn some knots and turn a wrench |
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Cause in four years there won't be any jobs left anyway |
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If I'd taken my old man's advice |
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I might be laid up in the bed beside that fox tonight |
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Instead my mouth tastes like jello shooters and I'm lurking her on this darn computer |
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Man that's all I got good night |
