| Girl: Could I throw, like, pennies on stage? |
| So I couldn’t be a fuckin groupie and just fuck you cuz
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| you’re on stage and others of us want to fuck you?
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| Slug: See bands like us don’t get groupies
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| Girl: No Slug: Yea
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| Girls: You’re so full of bullshit
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| Slug: No, its not full of shit, I mean, have you ever
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| heard our songs? |
| I mean, basically… exactly, that’s what I’m saying
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| Smile, smile with me, smile with me, smile with me,
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| please won’t you smile, smile with me, smile with me,
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| smile with me, please won’t you…
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| Oh look at her she’s lookin as good as dinner
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| and she’s lookin back at me as if maybe I’m a winner
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| I’m in my late twenties little girl don’t flirt with me
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| I’ve got the capabilities to program your circuitry
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| You don’t have to believe, do yourself a little justice
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| don’t let Slug undercook your muffins
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| Oh wait, did I say that? |
| I did? |
| Must be losing it cuz it almost felt that it might just have some truth in it Now back to the platter at hand
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| she said she’s 21 and quit school to go work for the man
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| A switch up in the plan, now she’s happy as a chorus
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| cuz now she makes rent and now she drives a Taurus
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| Unwindin and hangin out at the bar
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| I wonder if she knows that I’m not really a star
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| She seems to be impressed with my lack of an ego and
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| my self-aware style, I like the way that she smiles
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| She wanna know how I find the words I use
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| I don’t really know but I can lie if you want me to Angels sing to me in my sleep
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| I sold my damaged soul for the magic of speak
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| Now she’s laughin, she likes the sarcasm
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| Naturally, I’m askin if she’s got a captain
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| A captain? |
| You mean a man at home? |
| The answer is no
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| I came to this bar alone
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| Well heaven’s to Betty, enough about boyfriends already
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| just tryin to keep the conversation petty
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| As much as I would love to run and play in the forest
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| ain’t no way this girl is gonna break into my fortress
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| I’ve never made a practice, of introducing the mattress
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| to women that I meet at my own gig
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| I don’t know, can’t imagine anything as small as alcohol and hormones turning out to be anything big
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| Baby’s hella beautiful, even kinda bright
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| I’ve got the fire of a vampire inside me tonight
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| It might be alright, everything seems tight
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| I’ve got a good buzz and she’s giving me the green light
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| So tell me girl, what you doin after?
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| She says hopefully hangin out with my new favorite rapper
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| Now wait a minute, thats not fair, you’re throwin boulders
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| I can tell by the way your hair touches your shoulders
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| Be straight with me and I’ll be mean with you
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| I can think of some of us that we should do So if you think I’m coming home with you tonight
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| you’re probably right (probably right)
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| A few more beers, a couple more laughs,
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| undressing my past with the questions she asked
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| Yes, I love cats and I would love to take a bath
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| If I would spend the night, would you massage my back?
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| She’s closin in for the embrace
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| and slightly tucks her head under my face
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| her hair smells so good, I gotta have a taste
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| where’s your Ford, let’s ditch this place
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| In the parking lot, she sparked it off
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| she must be starving for someone to hit the heart
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| I’ve never been kissed with such passionate bliss
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| pornstar damn near tore my lips apart
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| honey slow it up, hold it up, start the car and
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| leave this garage, lets go to your apartment
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| Lendale Avenue, on the way to her rest
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| her drunk ass turns to look at me and she says,
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| You’re so beautiful from the hair to the soul
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| I can’t believe that I’ve never met you before
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| it feels like I’ve been waiting for you my whole life.
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| She missed the red light, hit a pickup truck and we both died |