| Playing star again on a steel horse
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| I ride anywhere I roam
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| With my eye on filling my palm
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| With a titty from a city where I’m strumming a song
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| Poorly but surely the next girl next door needs
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| To prove that she really does truly adore me
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| So horny at a bake and shake warning
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| Some fanner heynannernanner’s getting hammered
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| Sore like a scene from a porno flick it seems
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| That the more hardcore my scheme she’s keen
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| On banging her head like Slayer’s playing in my lap
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| Till she looks like she’s doing a Got Milk ad
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| Sounds bad but believe me any girl this easy
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| Has had more bands in her than CBGBs
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| If she needs me to meet her needs, she needs to stay awake
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| As her legs are the only thing that’s open this late
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| But what kind of a slut would want to sleep with me
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| You’ve gotta be fucked up to want to sleep with me
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| When she gets her panties lower than her self-esteem
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| I’ll show her what her mommy did that made her daddy leave
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| Ask not what your cunt can do for you
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| Ask what you can do for your cunt
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| This all-access backstage pass is
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| Acting as an aphrodesiac with this
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| Floozie that laughs as she flashes her ass
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| And then asks for an autograph, that obviously practices
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| In front of a mirror, knees touching her ears
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| On all fours so much she gives her age in dog years
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| She’s like a microphone cause she gets used by the singer
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| When you kiss her you’re pretty much blowing Kip Winger
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| But what kind of a slut would want to sleep with me
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| You’ve gotta be fucked up to want to sleep with me
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| When she gets her panties lower than her self-esteem
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| I’ll show her what her mommy did that made her daddy leave
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| Ask not what your cunt can do for you
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| Ask what you can do for your cunt
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| Ask not what your cunt can do for you
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| Ask what you can do for your cunt
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| Stop giving them kittens for free to creeps like me |