You've been makin' your brags 'round town
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That you've been lovin' my man
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But the man I love when he picks up trash,
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He puts it in a garbage can
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And that's what you look like to me,
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And what I feel is a pity
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You'd better close your face and stay out of my way
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If you don't wanna go to Fist City
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If you don't wanna go to Fist City,
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You'd better detour 'round my town
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Cause I'll grab you by the hair of the head
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And I'll lift you off the ground
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I'm not a sayin' my baby's a saint cause he ain't
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And that he won't cat around with a kitty
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I'm here to tell you gal to lay off my man
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If you don't wanna go to Fist City
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Come on and tell me what you told my friends
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If you think you're brave enough
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And I'll show you what a real woman is
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Since you think you're hot stuff
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You'll bite off more than you can chew
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If you get too cute or witty
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You better move your feet if you don't wanna eat
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A meal that's called Fist City
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If you don't wanna go to Fist City,
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You'd better detour 'round my town
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Cause I'll grab you by the hair of the head
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And I'll lift you off the ground
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I'm not a sayin' my baby's a saint cause he ain't
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And that he won't cat around with a kitty
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I'm here to tell you gal to lay off my man
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If you don't wanna go to Fist City
|
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I'm not a sayin' my baby's a saint cause he ain't
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And that he won't cat around with a kitty
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I'm here to tell you gal to lay off my man
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If you don't wanna go to Fist City
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I'm here to tell you gal to lay off my man
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If you don't wanna go to Fist City
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Fist City
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| The Little Willies |
