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| I walked with the gentlemen to the edge of the field
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| Yeah, yeah, and I walked across the field
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| Yeah, and I walked to the edge of the field
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| And a little stomach kick already seems
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| Yeah, yeah, and the kick is already there
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| Yeah, and I guess the kick is already there
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| Well, yes, those gentlemen have stories
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| Yeah, yeah, and there are plenty of stories
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| Yeah, and there are plenty of stories
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| They look into their eyes and glorify them
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| Yeah, yeah, and sticky thanks
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| Yeah, and a glorious thank you
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| And how does a girl now who knows how to fuck
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| Yeah, yeah, and who the hell knows
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| Yeah, and who the hell knows
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| And you have to put up with those consequences yourself
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| Yeah, yeah, and the consequences will endure
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| Yeah, and the consequences will endure
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| Winter had already arrived and the snow was covering the ground
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| Yeah, yeah, and the snow covered the ground
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| Yeah, and the snow covered the ground
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| And gentlemen don't get them home anymore
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| Yeah, yeah, and get home anymore
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| Yeah, and get home anymore
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| Those gentlemen bow to others and kick
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| Yeah, yeah, they bend over and kick
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| Yeah, they bow and kick
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| And I proudly lift them to the beak
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| Yeah, yeah, and proudly beaks
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| Yeah, and proudly beak
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| I walked with the gentlemen to the edge of the field
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| Yeah, yeah, and I walked across the field
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| Yeah, and I walked to the edge of the field
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| I am now walking the road with my child
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| Yeah, yeah, and I'm walking down the road
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| Yeah, and I'm walking down the road
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