Strollin down the river
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The moonlight would shiver
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A wanna beam would dance in my eyes
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While on the other side
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About a hundred babies
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beckoned me to their side
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Like cheese to a mouse
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Her body too well clad
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I was 'tracted to the opposite shore
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A passion glowed within me,
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A flame burning brightly,
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Love glowed in my eyes. Yeah.
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That's the object of the story.
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Don't mess with the prison women.
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They can def'nitley satisfy you.
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Don't mess with the prison women.
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One woman would have done me,
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Now ten will have to do me.
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This chance'll never come again.
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They came to a decision
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To let your body move ya
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Across that river you'd swim.
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It's goin' much too easy
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All these women just to please me
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And nothin' seems a goin' wrong.
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On the other side
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A pair of watchin' eyes
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Now I'm in prison with 'em.
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That's the object of the story.
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Don't mess with the prison women.
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They can def'nitley satisfy you.
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Don't mess with the prison women.
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(Guitar Solo)
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That's the object of the story.
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Don't mess with the prison women.
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They can def'nitley satisfy you.
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Don't mess with the prison women.
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That's the object of the story.
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Don't mess with the prison women.
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They can def'nitley satisfy you.
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Don't mess with the prison women.
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That's the object of the story.
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Don't mess with the prison women.
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They can def'nitley satisfy you.
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Don't mess with the prison women.
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That's the object of the story.
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Don't mess with the prison women.
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They can def'nitley satisfy you.
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Don't mess with the prison women.
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Prison Women
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| Reo Speedwagon |
