(Doug Haywood)
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Well it came to me as you came,
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You don't even know my name.
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You'd just as soon be fucking a doornob,
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You asshole you.
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You'll fuck anything that moves,
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And I'll tell you what that proves:
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You just want meat, you don't want me,
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You asshole you.
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Well you wish that I was stronger,
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and could last a little longer.
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I get so mad that I could spit.
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I don't need that kind of shit.
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Well you toyed with my affection,
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And you laughed at my errection,
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And its lack of circumsection,
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You asshole you.
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You Asshole You
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Jackson Browne |