| You’re a white collar boy and you gave into the law
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| Give in to the pressure the cops gonna getcha
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| You were a thieving dog at work until they caught your little paw
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| Your wage won’t stretch, to picking up checks
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| A custodial sentence you narrowly avoided
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| Community service you had to go along with
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| You’re banging the rocks at the old city docks
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| Poor boy poor boy poor boy poor boy
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| You were chained to a girl that would kill you with a look
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| It’s a nice way to die she’s so easy on the eye
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| She said let’s get away, but you played it by the book
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| You’re a warden’s pet, she’s a screaming suffragette
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| 'We ain’t in prison, we’ll just finish up and go home'
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| She said, 'Not for me, I’ve got plans for later on'
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| So she belted the sarge and she jumped on a barge
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| You fell, you fell you fell you fell
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| White collar, got dirt in your pants
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| You got egg in your hair
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| You got spit in your chin
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| White collar, scared to be bored
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| Blue Collar, she’s opening doors
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| White collar boy, on the run from the law
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| She said 'You ain’t ugly, you can kiss me if you like'
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| Go ahead and kiss her, you don’t know what you’re missing
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| You said 'Baby, you’re special,
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| But there’s something not quite right.'
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| She’s a Venus in flares and you wanna split hairs!
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| 'I am innocent, you are a rocket.
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| Things were ok till you took out the copper'
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| Leave me alone, and get used to the chains
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| You’re a pain, a pain, a pain, a pain
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| White collar, got dirt in your pants
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| You got egg in your hair
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| You got spit in your chin
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| White collar, scared to be bored
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| Blue Collar, she’s opening doors
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| White collar boy, on the run from the law |