| There she is
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| Sitting there
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| Out behind the smoke house in her rocking chair
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| She don’t say nothing
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| She don’t do nothing
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| She don’t feel nothing
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| She don’t know nothing
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| Maybe she crazy I don’t know
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| But maybe that’s why I love her so
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| Her poppa was a midget
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| Her mamma was a whore
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| Her granddad was a news boy till he was 84
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| What a slimy old bastard he was
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| Man don’t ya know I know she hates me, man don’t
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| Ya know I know that she’s no good
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| She’d probably be unfaithful to me
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| She’d probably kill me if she could
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| Maybe she crazy I don’t know
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| Maybe that’s why I love her so
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| Today we will be married
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| And all the freaks that she knows will be there
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| And all the people from the village will be there
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| To congratulate us
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| I will carry through the threshold
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| And I will make dim the light
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| I’ll attempt to spend my love within her
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| I’ll attempt with all my might
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| She’ll laugh at my mighty sword
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| She’ll laugh at my mighty sword
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| Why must she
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| Lord help me if you could
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| Maybe we both crazy I don’t know
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| But maybe that’s why I love her so |