| Slut down, you got to treat them right
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| Dispatch the boys and leave her spread on site
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| Slut down, she’s not the guilty type
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| She’ll make her rounds
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| And call you moaning in spite
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| Daddies little superficial heart attack
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| (This emotional brat can’t feel emotion)
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| Emotion I lack
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| Because your sex is a diversionary past time
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| (And your looks are only temporary)
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| Am I dead or sleeping?
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| Man down, just pull yourself upright
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| With your knack for class it’ll be just fine
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| Man down, don’t kid your self big guy
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| Impending doom is your calling in life
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| And how far is failure from the starting line?
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| With legs like that I see why
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| You’ve been running for so long
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| But a king can’t build an empire without his queen
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| The working girl and her dirty red light story
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| (she says there has been no one before)
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| We lost transmission (can't talk sex)
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| And sex means love so its deceased
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| (she won’t bleed) You’re not the first to be deceived
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| Oh yes she’d bleed, if it were up to me
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| Claiming back that heart she swore to me
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| And how far is failure from the starting line?
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| With legs like that I see why
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| You’ve been running for so long
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| But a king can’t build an empire without his queen
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| I say I lost mine at eighteen
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| She’s been active since twelve
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| I say I’m coming back home
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| My bird is heading down south
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| I’ve been crawling on the floor
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| She’s been laid out in bed
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| Since then I’ve been drinking to live
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| My standards suffered instead
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| She’s nothing but an aging weathered hole
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| She’s showing off her world
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| And I’m having trouble breathing
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| I found my equal
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| She said shut your mouth just breathe
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| And come a little closer
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| You look better inside me
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| And how far is failure from the starting line?
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| With legs like that I see why
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| You’ve been running for so long
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| But a king can’t build an empire without his queen
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| She’s nothing but an aging weathered hole |