Well I'm hopin' its true, that we will screw in the mornin'
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Well I'm tellin you, I think I'm in love, that's a warnin'
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Lay fifty down, for one more round's all I'm holdin
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Well its not enough, night time is up, I must be goin'
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Well I'm lonely now
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But I know somehow
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I'll walk your streets again
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And I want you now
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But I know anyhow
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I'll lose ya to your streets again
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Well its 10 'til 2, I'm searchin for you, that's the story
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Lurkin about, street lamps are out, makes me worry
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Your a tongue tied whore
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With my pants on the floor
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She walks a heavy out
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Well I'm lonely now
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But I know anyhow
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Cruise your streets again
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Well I'm hopin' its true, that we will screw in the mornin'
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10 'til 2
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The White Buffalo |