Father owned the dating bar so mother ran the store
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We all lived there together with the army at the door
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No one to do my laundry or to tell me that they're sure
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But there really is no me and there's no army at the door
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I hustle my way to your bedside
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I ride on your body like a cab ride
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I carry refreshments to the good guys
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I made the good guys some home fries
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Pardon me anyone where is the nearest shore
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We're all in this together and the police are at the door
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Someone do my laundry or smash me through the floor
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To the tropical vacation buried underneath the store
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And I was your favorite bullfighter
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Whose looks were new to your eyes
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And i fell apart in that bullfight
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Where the dress was the sky to your thighs
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She said that she had an hour
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Her father he was in the shower
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And she took me to her little tower
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And she showed me her little flower
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And just when i thought it was safe to put down my pen
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She said maybe i will let you fall in love with me again
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Maybe i will let you fall for loving me again
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Then she showed me her badge and i think she said then
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That i don't have the heart to tell you not to come
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And everyone has hands just to use someone
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And it makes me feel just like old gum
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To ride a fake horse into town
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To ride a lame horse into town
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To ride a dead horse into town
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To ride your big f*cking fake f*cking lame f*cking dead horse into town
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Her Father and Her
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| Adam Green |
