[Chorus]
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What a surpriser, Open your eyes, A Woman advisor
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[Verse 1]
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The name of this entertainement is 'Women lose weight'
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Our first years of mariage everything was just great
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But after two kids And a weight gain factor
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The fact is Now she's completely unattractive
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Look fat chicks I don't mean to sound rude
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I tell her nice hit the gym And don't eat so much food
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But no Your shallow
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You need to run the course of unconditionnal love and so forth
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But how if desire's is not there That's just delayment
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Divorce is, child support, alimony payments
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My happiness i doubt discouraged
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So hurry for an easier way out of this marriage
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Meanwhile my secretary June well groomed
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When you gonna leave your wife I tell her soon mommy soon, i assume
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Or my destiny is blue Interestingly The only thing left for me to do is to kill her
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[Chorus]
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What a surpriser, Open your eyes, A Woman advisor
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I'm gonna have to kill her
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Of course there's laws which enforces divorces
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Send that ass right to the morgue miss
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What a surpriser, Open your eyes, A Woman advisor
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I'm gonna have to kill her
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Of course there's laws which enforces divorces
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Send that ass right to the morgue miss
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[Verse 2]
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My plans against or shenanigans Kinda ran thin
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Knowin' nothing about poisoning And i can't swim
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Bad intentions pumping Might as well become numb
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Cut her lungs or the obvious robbery gone wrong
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But the catch is do i have the nerve to dispatch this
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Who can i get to help me murder this fat chick
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I guess i'll have to play a dude robbin
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on wednesday The day she usually goes food shopping
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Anyway long story short hit the side of her Chrysler
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And sent her clean over the divider
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"You bastard" she said
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as the wreck went tumblin down the hill I thought "she has to be dead"
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Later on get a call (from a) Lieutenant O'Rourke
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(had me) leapin like a frog We need you at the morgue
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So i selfishly persue
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"boohoo" there was nothing else for me to do i had to kill her
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[Chorus]
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What a surpriser, Open your eyes, A Woman advisor
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C'mon ya'll know i had to kill her
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Of course there's laws which enforces divorces
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Send that ass right to the morgue miss Kill her
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What a surpriser Open your eyes, A Woman advisor
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i had to kill her
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Of course there's laws which enforces divorces
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Send that ass right to the morgue miss
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[Verse 3]
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So you mean to tell me officer you don't have no clue who did this hit and run
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No sir we don't have no clues right now
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This is terrible what am i gonna tell the kids?
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Pull yourself together sir
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I'm so broken up inside i just can't believe this
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I understand, I understand
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Catch the person who did this
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We're gonna try sir Please
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Screamin "who done took my heart" acting shakin up a lot
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At the funeral though everyone was lookin at me odd like i did it
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Like i was the reason my mates slain murmuring
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"I heard he was displeased with her weight gain"
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While my secretary sort of a sexy blonde can't cook
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All she does is order from restaurants
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All of the sex you want I doubt could adress,
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clothes not washed proper and house look a mess and
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Talkin to detectives that was waitin outside
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How i took a long lunch break day the wife died
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I darn near turned pale
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And because of betrayal they indicted me, and gave me an impossible bail
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Good fortune to anyone admiring the rawtent
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Moral of the story is
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Desire is important
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So watch your weight It'll keep you mate smitten it's a given
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Though looking back i realised i didn't have to kill her
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[Chorus]
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What a surpriser Open your eyes, A Woman advisor
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I didn't have to kill her
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Of course there's laws which enforces divorces
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Send that ass right to the morgue miss
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I killed her
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What a surpriser Open your eyes, A Woman advisor
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I didn't have to kill her
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Of course there's laws which enforces divorces
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Send that ass right to the morgue miss
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Well there you have it Keep thin trim Keep your mariage healthy Do you know what i mean?
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