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She's around the house, she love me so.
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She pickin' up a little bit of my
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Rising, rising dough.
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Good lordy god, my gosh all mighty,
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Her booty fine, and it's trimmed so tidy,
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Horseradish, mama, just a smidge,
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Spend a whole lotta time peekin' into
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Her big old kitchen fridge.
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Gotta love it, it's my duty
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She gotta big fat funky booty,
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Not above it, makes me moody
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Whole mess of big fat funky booty
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Waoh! sweet sugar plum
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I'm crippled, blind, a little deaf and dumb.
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It¡¯s wonderful, could I get a little more?
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'Cause it's about as wide as my big old garage door.
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We¡¯re in bed and it¡¯s late at night, she put her
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Arms around me and she hold me tight
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But I say, ¡°No baby, no baby, no,
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But I sure could use a bit of your funky booty though.¡±
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Big Fat Funky Booty
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