(Jakob Dylan)
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Well there goes Sally, my old lady
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She gone crazy drawing lines on her face
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And you know I got a feeling that Sally been a'stealing
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'Cause I was hip to this, that you don't trust Skinny Lips
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Sally's got a good heart, raised in a churchyard
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But it ain't ever far from the backyard
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To the boulevard
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Cemetery girls ain't fun
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They don't taste sweet like sugar plums
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She wasn't always like this, but she did have skinny lips
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Well I don't believe it
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She don't, she don't need it from me
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Hey hey hey hey hey hey
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Now I seen her on weekends, my little rose garden
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I say hello to all her friends and the gentlemen
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Now I heard it from a junkie that my old lady
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Wasn't mine but everyone's Skinny Lips
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Well I don't believe it
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She don't, she don't need it from me
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Hey hey hey hey hey hey
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Come on, come on, come on, I need a witness
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Man it shouldn't be like this
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'Cause I know you won't be the pill
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That makes me feel that I'm the best
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Come on, come on Skinny Lips
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Come on and give me just one kiss
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'Cause you know I only got one wish
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I wanna be in love with Skinny Lips
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Well I don't believe it
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She don't, she don't need it from me
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Hey hey hey hey hey hey
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Skinny Lips
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| Wallflowers |
