I got my boarding pass
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A tank of gas
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Then I'm never coming back
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If I could only get out of the bed in this room
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You've got the little one
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Who's a lot of fun
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But your old man, he's a drag
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So baby kick him out, pick up the baby, and let's go
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And baby, they don't know what we know
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So turn the lights down, maybe they'll go
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Into another place
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Get your lips
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Back on my face
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And let's go
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Look past the window fan, through the alley cans
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I can see you changing clothes
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It's my morning coffee movie every day
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You stick your stomach out
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In the mirror
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You pat you that wish you had it back
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I can't find a section of flesh that I would change
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Baby, you don't know what I know
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So turn the lights down, maybe they'll go
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Into another place
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I want your lips
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Back on my face
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And let's go
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And with just a little luck
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And a couple bucks
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We can make a little home
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Like the one I promised to buy when we first met
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And if I ever lose where we came from
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I want you to hang me upside down
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Mama, that's just something we can never forget
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And baby, they don't know what we know
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So turn the lights out, I want to go
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Back to that starting place
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The first time your lipstick
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Got on my face
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And let's go
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Baby, let's go
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Baby, let's go
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Baby, let's go
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They Don t Know What We Know
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| Butch Walker |
