| Ay ay ay ay ay
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| She’s stone cold bush, yeah
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| And baby that’s alright
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| She’s stone cold bush, yeah
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| And that’s alright with me
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| Get up off your knees, come on walk with me
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| Tell me what you need to get along
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| A statue come to life, I cut you with my knife
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| Bleeding to the tune of dolly dagger
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| She’s stone cold bush
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| She’s stone cold bush
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| Ay ay ay ay ay
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| Haight Street’s got nothing to show
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| Except the skirt on your ass
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| When you’re living on the streets, you’ve got to let it roll
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| Get on with what you’ve got
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| Aw, everybody knows that it’s alright
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| You’ve got no secrets to tell
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| But when you smoke that rock and suck that cock
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| You do it oh, so well
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| She’s stone cold bush
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| She’s stone cold bush
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| She’s stone cold bush, yeah
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| And baby, that’s alright
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| She’s stone cold bush, yeah
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| And that’s alright with me
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| She’s got marble eyes
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| Sweet China doll, her thighs
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| An animal in pain, she starts to cry
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| Her pipes are open wide
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| She blows more than my mind
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| Echo sounds of soul time after time
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| She’s stone cold bush
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| She’s stone cold bush |