Verse one, he was pissed, an excuse that you probably missed
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'Cause his smile and his grace made your skirt ride high
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Verse two, still drunk and his breath most definitely stunk
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Of the lies and the shite he was spitting out
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Chorus:
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So won't you throw his song away
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Won't you throw his song away
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Won't you throw his song away
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Verse three, is the verse that'll make you smile
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And if you're able to hold back the bile and just kiss his hairy ear
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Verse four is as sad as a man ever gets
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Is a verse built to open your legs
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If you don't, if you don't, he'll retire
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Chorus
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You, you deserve higher than I can sing
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Deserve lower than the trumpet can swing
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You, you deserve all
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Me, I'm beyond all that ism and blues
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I'm beyond all that, I always lose
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Yes I fuck, but I win
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Chorus
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Throw His Song Away
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| The Beautiful South |
