His wife is tired, she wants to sleep
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But all that Morgan Davis wants is Cream of Wheat
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He waits and when she turns out the lights
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He tip-toes through the darkness
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And slips into the night.
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this boring life and he leads of buying and selling stocks
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Makes him feel he's growing old and tired
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There's no joy or strife just by passing time
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In this boring life.
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He wants the lights, the Jaz, a piece of ass
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A toothless bitch to blow him for a vile of crack
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He cooks his junk in some Gatorade
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And scores a bag of chronic on the East MLK.
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The secret life and he leads it by selling drugs keeps him up at night
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He's selling hash screwing trailer trash
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Hey he's making cash
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It's a whoring Life
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" My friends are all salesman
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My wife is a slut
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There must be something bigger I can stick in my butt
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The IRS is auditing, my life is in a rut."
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And so he's fired his heat
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He's blown his blow
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It's coming up on sunrise and it's time to go
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He smells like barf
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His hair's a mess
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He wipes the coke and lipstick off his fat, hairy, chest
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He stumbles home from a 'lesie' show
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He will be at work in an hour or so
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He crawls in bed with his sleeping wife
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Just a night to break up his boring life.
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The Secret Life of Morgan Davis
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| Ben Folds Five |
