12/8 time seemed to her to be some sort of
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Life of crime
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With the handcuffs and the billy clubs
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Coming down on me
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She said rock 'n roll don't give her nothing
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But bad dreams
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So she planned my funeral and left me for dead
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A single corpse in a double bed
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But now she's standing on my front porch
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She goes knock knock knock knock
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Knock knock knock knock
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She come a-knockin' at my door
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Now she come a-knockin' at my door
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And now her key it don't fit
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And I'm not gonna let her in
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Now she come a-knockin' at my door
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Now she come a-knockin' at my door
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Now her key it don't fit
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I'm not gonna let her in
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Well, would you lookee here
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She's got a perfume bottle and her fancy clothes
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And a ribbon in her hair
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Well she ain't bad-lookin', and I'll give her that
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But she ain't all there
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And her body ain't as sexy as her underwear
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Her stomach ain't big enough I suppose
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To eat up all the mean words that she spoke
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She gonna try to ring quiet but the doorbell's broke
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She gonna hafta knock knock knock, I said
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You're gonna knock knock knock
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She come a-knockin' at my door
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Now she come a-knockin' at my door
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And now her key it don't fit
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And I'm not gonna let her in
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She come a-knockin' at my door
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Now she come a-knockin' at my door
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And now her key it don't fit
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And I'm not gonna let her in
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She come a knock-knock, let me in
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She come a knock-knock, let me in
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She come a knock-knock, let me in
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I said no,
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She come a knock-knock, let me in
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She come a knock-knock, let me in
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She come a knock-knock, please please
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No no no no no
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Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin
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Would i ever consider to begin to let you in
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12/8 Time
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| Mason Jennings |
