A poor guy that man John Thomas
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His woman truly was a devil
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She wasn't all that honest
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She tore him down on every level
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You're a no good, lazy mother fucker
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Got a shit job you worthless mother fucker
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You're a, a dead beat, feel sorry for your mother
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If I had time, I'd trade you for another
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He don't like that
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He wants his life back
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He wants to go back home
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He tried so hard to please her
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He sold his soul to keep her happy
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But nothin' he did impressed her
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She always left him feelin' shady
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This is it, no, this cant be all you bought me
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Said I'm, I'm high class, and this is what you brought me
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Gonna, strike low just like my momma taught me
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You're a, a low life, you're lucky that you got me
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He don't like that
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He wants his life back
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He wants to go back home
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Down deep, way down inside him
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The will to leave was growing stronger
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And he bit his tongue for so long
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He couldn't hold back any longer
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You're a two faced, ruthless instigator
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You're a, a low jack, shapely masquerader
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You're a, a cold bitch, controlling conservator
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This is too much, I'm out I'll see ya later
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She don't like that
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But he got his life back
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No she don't like that
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But he's right back on track
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I said he went back home
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Back Stabbin' Betty
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Cage The Elephant |