Wish I could believe
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that it’s you, you’re the right one
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Something’s up your sleeve
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I don’t know and I’m not interested
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You think you’re a saint
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you’re a snob and you’re fickle
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Seems to me that you are
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just a root for a pickle I feel good
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and you know I found another problem
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I tell you I feel good
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and you know
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I found another problem
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It’s my favorite drag
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I’d be tickled pink
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to be the fool who gets taken
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Why put up a stink
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when I know you’ll be fakin’ anyway
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I just want a piece of your fruit
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‘cause I like it
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Baby take my flesh
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hold it high and just spike it I feel good
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and you know I found another problem
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I tell you I feel good
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and you know
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I found another problem
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It’s my favorite drag
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And now it’s dead
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and something’s wrong
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I can’t put my finger on it
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She’s ok, better than the one before
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Isn’t it all right
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Doesn’t it feel all right
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Isn’t it all right
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It’ll be all right
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Wasn’t it there, got your fair share
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Believe
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| Two ton shoe |
