Mail-order brides
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Turtlenecks and trophy wives
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Had the ways and means to breach
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The boarders of easy street
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And to blend right in
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We all surrounded them
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In a white picket fence
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Now both ends meet
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Sufficed to say there's a time and a place so I wait
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For the tug-of-war and who'll you pull for
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While between you and me from point A to point B is a fine line
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That burns at both our good ends
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Two peas in a pod
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A battle-axe and a bastard child
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Took one step more
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And went straight to the source
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And to blend right in
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They opened fire with
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Their rain checks spent
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To make ends meet
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Sufficed to say there's a time and a place so I wait
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For the tug-of-war and who'll you pull for
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While between you and me from point A to point B is a fine line
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That burns at both our good ends
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Go on, paint the whole town red
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I'd rather follow who cleans up the mess
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And so I will
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Sufficed to say there's a time and a place so I wait
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For the tug-of-war and who'll you pull for
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While between you and me from point A to point B is a fine line
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That burns at both our good ends
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Wife, The Kids, And The White Picket Fence
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| Fair To Midland |
