She gotta smile,
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Yeah, She gotta smile and
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she's flashin' it right at me
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She gotta wink, a wink across
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the bar and I know that it's meant to be.
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She gotta walk, OOH, she walkin' over
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and I know IT could be my day.
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She got a ... friend,
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Aaaaw she gotta friend;
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And she standin' in her way?!?
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It's her big fat friend!
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Oh god there's always one
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Big fat friend
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To spoil my fucking fun!
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Now baby baby baby
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if it's boots you wanna knock,
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Leave your chubby friend at home
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because she's gonna block the cock.
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Now I'm afraid of no man,
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With any I'll contend,
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But I cannot compete with your
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Big Fat Friend.
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So Big fat friend, Ah, we meet again!
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YOU won't leave her alone,
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YOU ROLL YOUR eyes; make sarcastic
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comments while you're suckin' on that
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chicken bone.
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BUT THATS OK, YOU think you've won the
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battle but I tend to disagree.
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See I know you, and your Achilles Heel,
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And he's standing next to me.
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My non-discriminating friend
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(So what that you're a cow!)
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Non-discriminating friend!
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(I'll fuck you anyhow!)
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I know he smells of whisky
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and he's had a couple rounds,
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But with every shot of Jaeger
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hey you loose a couple pounds!
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Now baby baby baby bring the
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evening to an end,
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Just you and me and my pal,
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and your big fat (x4)
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Friiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeennnnnnnnnnnnnnndddddddddd!!!!!!!!!!!
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She Gotta Smile
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Stephen Lynch |