| Well, I’ve been a sinner
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| All of my days
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| Been a certified hell hound
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| I changed my ways
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| Yeah, she crawlin' 'round the floor on her hands and knees
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| Rollin' on her back tryin' to show it to me
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| Long black hair swingin' outta control
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| All that temptation’s messin' with my soul
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| Feel like Adam sittin' naked 'neath the apple tree
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| (I don’t wanna go there)
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| It’s like a forked-tongue serpent crawlin' all over me, yeah
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| (I don’t wanna go there) Oh yeah
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| I’ve been a sinner
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| All of my days
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| Been a certified hell hound
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| I changed my ways
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| Smoke’s so thick, you can cut it with a knife
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| She can make you real happy or ruin your life
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| All lubed up from her head to her toes
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| All this temptation messin' with my soul
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| Feel like Adam sittin' naked 'neath the apple tree
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| (I don’t wanna go there)
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| It’s like a forked-tongue serpent crawlin' all over me, oh
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| (I don’t wanna go there)
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| Sounds like a 427 revvin' over the line
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| A hardcore stripper workin' overtime
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| Spilled like honeysuckle drippin' from the vine
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| The last temptation, bitch is blowin' my mind
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| I’ve been a sinner
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| All of my days
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| Been a certified hell hound
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| Well, but I changed my ways
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| Now I’m runnin' outta money, I’m runnin' on rum
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| Waitin' on somethin' that’s never gonna come
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| I’m slippin' in the darkness, slippin' outta sight
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| Gettin' outta here in the middle of the night
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| Like Adam sittin' naked 'neath the apple tree
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| (I don’t wanna go there)
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| Feel like a forked-tongue serpent crawlin' over me, oh
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| (I don’t wanna go there)
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| It’s like a hardcore stripper workin' overtime
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| (I don’t wanna go there)
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| It’s like the last temptation, bitch is blowin' my mind
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| (I don’t wanna go there)
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| Hey, hey, hey
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| I don’t wanna go there
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| No, I ain’t gonna go there
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| I’ve been a sinner |