| Though I have been a fool for love
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| I have finally made my score
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| I got a girl, and I don’t mean to boast
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| But she loves me the most
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| Even though she’s a highly paid whore
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| She’ll give head to a sheep
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| She can stuff three cocks in her cheek
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| But she comes home to me
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| She’ll do the groom and the best man
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| She’ll slap your ass in the back of a van
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| But she comes home to me
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| She could fuck nine guys in a row
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| But still have a tenth for me
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| And I’m the only one who gets to kiss them lips
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| Unless you pay an extra fifty
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| So mister, don’t you fall in love
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| Cause I’m the only cat who doesn’t wear a glove
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| Since her heart belongs to me
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| She has a throat that just won’t quit
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| She can take all of it
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| And still have room for your balls
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| But she shops in the malls for me
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| She’ll say twelve then call back and say one
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| But I don’t care I know it’s just work not fun
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| When she blows you, Jack
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| Don’t you think she’s not thinking of me
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| She’ll go down on a yack, lick a horse’s nutsack
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| But strictly for the cash
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| And it’s only me who doesn’t pay a fee
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| To watch her put a water bottle in her gash
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| (Put a water bottle in her gash)
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| She’ll let you suck her nips till they’re leakin'
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| But don’t you dare try to go antique-ing
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| Cause she does that with me
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| Her pussy’s sweet as honey
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| But when she moans, it’s just for the money
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| Unless she’s sittin' on me
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| She’ll cram your asshole with a mouse
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| But she won’t do it in our house
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| Tough luck, Jack
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| She knows that don’t fly with me
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| She might eat your wife’s box
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| But she won’t tell ya where you left your socks
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| She rolled up and down your fat prick
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| But it was me who took her to the Meg Ryan flick
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| She’s got a face full of nuts
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| And a mouth full of cocks
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| She’s done Seal, Larry King, four New Kids on the Block
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| She blew the Winnepeg Jets right after a game
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| But they never got to know her actual name
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| On your face she will piss
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| On your chest she might poop
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| But she won’t prepare her famous vegetable soup
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| That’s simply reserved.
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| Oh she’ll bite ya, she’ll spank ya
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| But she’ll never thank you for free
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| Cause baby… comes home to me
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| Comin' home! |