| Talk cheap and dirty to me if you please
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| I put irons in the fire with the belly of the beast
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| They tell you son that you gotta wait in line
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| The big man’s coming keep your eyes on the prize
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| But I go down smooth when the bottle is aging
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| A tongue lashing from your baby mamma is waiting
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| Dancing with devil, trying to keep yourself clean
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| He knows he can’t compete because she’s just too sweet
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| She got your tombstone taillight
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| Keep on burning on me slow
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| She got your tombstone taillight
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| Roll me till the morning finds that open road
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| I couldn’t wait another night for you
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| But I did what I did just to make your first move
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| A ragged mile down a crooked country road
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| Swinging hammers beat as the death march she rolls and I
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| Go down smooth when the bottle is aging
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| A tongue lashing from your baby mamma is waiting
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| Dancing with devil, trying to keep yourself clean
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| He knows he can’t compete because she’s just too sweet
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| She got your tombstone taillight
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| Keep on burning on me slow
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| She got your tombstone taillight
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| Roll me till the morning finds that open road
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| On again off again baby right on time
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| On again off again why you waste my time
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| On again off again baby right on time
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| On again off again why you waste my time
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| Talk cheap and dirty to me if you please
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| I put irons in the fire with the belly of the beast
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| They tell you son that you gotta wait in line
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| The big man’s coming keep your eyes on the prize
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| Tombstone taillight
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| Keep on burning on me slow
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| She got your tombstone taillight
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| Roll me till the morning finds that open road |