Lady sniff my twisted Lincoln
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Lady walk alone
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Lately when I see you baby
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Lord I gotta go
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Walkin' down that stinky highway
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Got to meet my man
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Lately when I smell you baby
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Whoa, my God Damn
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And I say No, yeah, I mean know
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Take me back to Detroit, Paul
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Lady Sniff my broken teabag, Lady walk the road
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Lately when I see that teabag I can't take no more
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Lady walk that greasy gravy, Lord, and my teat
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Lately when I eat you baby, Lord I just can't see
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When I say no, I mean, know, baby, no, not on you baby
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Pass me some of that dumbass over there, hey, boy I tell ya.
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Lady walk with fur-burger, animally in
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Lately when I see you baby, got to have my skin
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Lady walk that greasy highway, stinky, holy war
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Lately when I see you baby, walkin out my door
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'cause I say no, yeah I mean no, it's really comin' now
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Boy bring me my bacon, mrahhh
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Lady fold my wall-to-wall
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Know what the hell you say
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Walk 'em on those roly-polys, each and every day.
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Lady use my stinky pinky, rooty-dooty-doo
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Lately when I see you baby don't know what I do.
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And I say No, yeah no,
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Boy?
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Lady Sniff
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| Butthole Surfers |
