| Oh,
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| Oh,
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| Oh,
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| And just another day in the countryside
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| With a bucket come around with my boots so high
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| With the sunshine down from my little face
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| But I know we’re not getting in another place
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| So I say you come around with good style
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| But you must have been a fucker with no cunnial
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| Do the bed now, I’m in the mood of passion
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| I’m gonna rock it, not with the bullshit
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| I got down kid no abortion
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| I’m ready to rumble now, like I call «bullshit»
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| So get up, you gonna ride my baby
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| So get up, you think ya can ride the bull
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| So get up, you think ya can ride my baby
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| So get up, you think ya ride the bull
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| Come on, ride the pony, get it up
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| I said, come ride the pony, get it up
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| I said, ride the pony, gonna get it up
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| I said, ride the pony, gonna get it up
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| I said
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| Kick it in the kitchen
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| Momma on the bathroom
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| Batting all bases
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| And I don’t pace it
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| And I’ve been passive
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| Come on, ride the pony, get it up
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| I said, come ride the pony, get it up
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| I said, ride the pony, gonna get it up
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| I said, ride the pony, gonna get it up
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| I said
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| Oh
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| So get up, you gonna ride my baby
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| So get up, you think ya can ride the bull
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| So get up, you think ya can ride my baby
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| So get up, you think ya ride the bull
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| Come on, ride the pony, get it up
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| I said, come ride the pony, get it up
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| I said, ride the pony, gonna get it up
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| I said, ride the pony, gonna get it up |