| You’re writing long letters to the folks back home
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| Ya tell 'em all’s fine in the combat zone, but you lie
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| You say that you’re the star of the acting class
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| But you fail to explain that you’re part-time trash at nite
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| Now you make your living pumping fast to nowhere
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| Get it while you’re fooling, only heaven knows
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| Full time body, something naughty
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| Get on your rocking horse and ride
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| Lawdy, lawdy, yer full time body
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| Is what it takes to keep alive
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| When you paint your face you don’t feel like yourself
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| You’re a broken-down doll that belongs on a shelf, and you cry
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| But you can’t run away from the truth that you are
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| Cosmetics can’t hide all your brand new scars, such a crime
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| So you fake your living, pumping ass to nowhere
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| Who ya think you’re fooling, powder up your nose, mother
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| Full time body, something naughty
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| Get on your rocking horse and ride
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| Lawdy, lawdy, yer full time body
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| Is what it takes to keep alive, yeah
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| Slip it out, boys!
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| (Full time body, full time body)
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| You’re a full time body, yeah
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| A real good living’s kinda hard to find
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| Full time body, baby
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| Shake that booty, oh, lordy, lordy
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| Full time body, something naughty
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| Get on your rocking horse and ride
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| Lawdy, lawdy, yer full time body
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| Is what it takes to keep alive
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| (What it takes)
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| Full time body, something naughty
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| (Something naughty)
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| Get on your rocking horse and ride
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| (Ride, ride, ride, ride, ride)
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| Lawdy, lawdy, yer full time body
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| (Lordy, lordy, full time body, yeah)
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| Is what it takes to keep alive
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| (Ooh, keep alive) |