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PAIR OF GOATS
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had some mojo I dont know
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bit her hand and charged
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wipe her life source from my chin
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and my red guileful grin
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that belies all the fire that flies
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from my nostrils when I cry
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get the to a nunnery get the to a nunnery
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oh shes a fright in the morning
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scare me
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but morning maybe being
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the opposite of night its just that very fright
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that'll make me goatlike or weepy
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so come on down you tremble
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yer wound pretty tight
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score it with x's and shove it my way
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and when you bite me back
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to even it up now there's a pair
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of goat's that's livin right
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PAIR OF GOATS
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