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AT STAKE
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What did you think
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when you gave that cat a call?
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Did you think It'd make me want you?
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Did you think It'd turn me on at all?
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Well that's exactly what it did,
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that's exactly what it did not do.
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Or did you think that I'd be so hypocritical
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as to have this gift and not
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use it to be political?
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At this point,
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what I think's what I say.
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So go on and burn me at yours
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'cause I got nothing left at stake.
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That love you've got,
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save it for your hands.
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You might act like one,
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but keep it in your pants.
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Well that's exactly what you did.
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That's exactly what you did not do.
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Oh my patience, don't you abuse it.
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See I got this gun and I'm
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waiting for an excuse to use it.
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At this point,
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what I think's what I say.
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So go on and burn me at yours
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'cause I got nothing left at stake.
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Can't help it you're just
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more visually stimulated.
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Strip bars and magazines
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my stomach can't tolerate it.
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Who made that lie?
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I can guess you know,
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some ass in need of excuse
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to fuck around a hundred years ago.
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My words are the weapons
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of ten thousand armies
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ripping my throat to rage with war,
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that you can't understand
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so still you court me
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if not as the wife
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than at least as the whore.
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So to your dismay
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I must confess
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that there is gall that drips
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from the curve of my breast.
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Or did you think that I'd be so hypocritical,
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as to have this gift and
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not use it to be political?
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At this point,
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what you think's what I say.
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So go on & burn me at yours
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'cause I got nothing left at stake.
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AT STAKE
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| Jennifer Nettles Band |
