| I don’t want to go out there
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| I don’t want to know what you’re wearing
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| There are black diamonds in your eyes
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| And just so you know your skin is scaling
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| Have you fucked all the stray kids yet?
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| They’re there sleeping in my backyard
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| They’re just looking out for no one
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| Except to smoke and have some good fun
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| With their dogs and wives and new sons
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| And they probably never will hug
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| 'cause she’s never really found love
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| Just a woman who will always love
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| Just a unhappy with a man
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| And what I, and what I found is that we
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| We’re all just sleeping around
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| His daughter used to come here
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| With her daughter and her husband
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| Now no one sees her husband
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| 'Cause her ass has caught the harvest
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| And her pants have got a good fill
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| I know the suns beneath the window sill
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| Well I was joking with my lemonade
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| I told him to get fucked and then get laid
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| Now what do you say to a man who’s got no taste
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| Who’s really got no potential
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| Except to procreate so inessential
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| And what I, and what I found is that we
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| We’re all just sleeping around
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| All we really want to do is love |