| Say man,
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| What’s that boy?
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| I want to tell you 'bout your girlfriend,
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| What about my girl?
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| Well, you don’t look strong enough to take the message,
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| I’m strong enough,
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| I might hurt your feelings,
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| My feelings are already hurt by being here with you,
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| Well, I was walking down the street with your girl the other day,
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| Ah-ha,
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| And the wind was blowin' real hard,
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| Is that right?
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| And the wind blew her hair into my face,
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| Ah-ha,
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| You know what else happened?
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| What happened?
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| The wind blew her hair into her face,
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| Yeh?
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| And we went a little further; |
| you wanna hear the rest of it?
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| I might as well,
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| The wind blew her hair into the street!
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| Ok; |
| since you told me about my girl, I’m gonna tell you about yours.
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| I was walking down the street with your girl,
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| Yes?
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| I took her home, for a drink, you know,
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| Took her home?
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| Yeh, jus' for a drink,
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| Oh,
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| But that chick looked so ugly, she had to sneak up on the glass to get a drink
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| of water!
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| You’ve got the nerve to call somebody ugly; |
| why you so ugly the stork that
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| brought you in the world oughta be arrested!
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| That’s alright; |
| my momma didn’t have to put a sheet on my head so sleep could
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| slip up on me!
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| Look-a here!
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| What’s that?
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| Where are you from?
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| South america,
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| What’s that?
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| South america,
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| You don’t look like no south american to me,
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| I’m still from south america,
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| What part?
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| South texas!
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| Where are your workin' boots at?
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| I’ve got 'em on,
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| Those aren’t no boots you got on; |
| those broguettes!
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| Hey, look-a here!
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| What’s that?
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| I’ve bin tryin' to figure out what you is,
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| I already figured out what you is!
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| What’s that?
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| You that thing I throw peanuts at!
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| Look-a here!
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| What’s that?
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| You should be ashamed of yourself,
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| Why?
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| Calling people ugly,
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| I didn’t call you ugly,
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| What you say?
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| I said you was ruined, that’s all!
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| You know somethin'?
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| What?
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| You look like you’ve bin whooped with a ugly-stick!
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| Hey! |
| I ain’t got nothin' to do with it, but I beat the fellah right!!! |