| Never got along with many heads
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| Never got along with hers
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| Couldn’t sleep in girl’s beds
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| Had to fled
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| After I fucked and after I bust
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| I had to not get the nightbus home
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| Man I’m getting the bus home
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| I’m coming home
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| She wandering home
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| She pondering roads
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| (Laughing)
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| What would you do?
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| Man I’ve got too much respect for you
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| Baby girl, we don’t have to, do that right now, I mean
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| It would be fun, but when the sun comes up
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| Man I think to myself
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| Woah, what have I done
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| I’m like, fuck
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| I’ve got a little little luck
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| A lot of girls I meet, man they have to get
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| (Do you want me?)
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| Oh
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| Oh, some things don’t ever change
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| No need to explain
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| (No need to explain)
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| He had the same (?)
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| Creatin' unknown brothers and unknown sisters Locked in blood, gunk,
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| fluids and mixtures
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| Sweat, grease, chicken, beef
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| Love (?) and stitches
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| Learning to sit in some shit
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| He paints naked pictures, learn to give her a tip
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| She waits on him but he’s driftin'
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| She took his eye and now his brain’s gifted
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| A relaxed marriage on an island in the South Pacific
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| Yeow
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| Some men are dogs to be specific
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| Some men are dogs to be specific
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| Those who love women got explicit
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| (?) scum that’s hung, stung, and twisted
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| They remain and find light, we will know the devil’s they are not women
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| Uncovering these tales are quite horrific
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| Some men are dogs to be specific
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| Some men are dogs to be specific
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| Some men are dogs to be specific |