| Me and Mary Jane got a thing goin' on, goin' on Creepin' up slow, hangin' 'round my back door, my back door!
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| Blowin' smoke like a freight train,
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| Yea, we’re wilder than some mustangs,
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| Got the top down and Skynyrd up,
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| We’re laid back, but we’re on the up Ain’t nothin' like a Friday night,
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| And that smell to getcha feelin' right,
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| I’ve waited all week for this,
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| The head party I don’t wanna miss
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| Somethin' in the air,
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| And it’s takin' control,
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| Can you feel it? |
| Can you feel it?
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| Baby, come on, let it go!
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| Me and Mary Jane got a thing goin' on, goin' on Creepin' up slow, hangin' 'round my back door, my back door,
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| If we get caught, everyone’ll see us stoned, see us stoned,
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| Me and Mary Jane got a thing goin' on, goin' on We’re livin' for the good time,
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| Good friends across the county line,
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| The climb is gettin' steeper,
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| So baby, don’t fear the reaper
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| At midnight, another round,
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| Fire it up just to burn it down,
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| It don’t come any cheaper,
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| And nothin' tastes sweeter |