Idiot kitty to New York City
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Living in a kennel and lookin' big and pretty
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Meet the munch for business lunch
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But your feet bleed under the table
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But Suwannee Jo, you're dark and slow
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You dance with a broom and you're filled with ghosts
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You smell like liquor and you're high as a hawk
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You laugh to yourself but you talk like a rock
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Scaredy Kate, back in the Haight
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Doesn't answer the phone and eats like a tapeworm
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She met Mr.Mike in'89
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But she's a hundred pounds heavier and won't go outside
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But Suwannee Jo, You're dark and slow
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You dance with a broom and you're filled with ghosts
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Suwannee Jo, strange beautiful gold,
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You can take a woman's husband
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but you don't want to marry him
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You just want to hold him
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Nora Mable, behind your table
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Expensive knowledge from ten years of college
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But when it comes to livin', the book isn't written
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Your brain's under "M" in the library missing
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Suwannee Jo, you follow your soul
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(Nothing more important than following your soul)
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Suwannee Jo
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| Paula Cole |
