| Low cut jeans, camel toe seams
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| Baby didn’t pass on the extra baked beans
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| I lust you, you lust me
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| It’s redneck chemistry
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| Got checks to bounce, got an ax to grind
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| Got me on the bike, got you behind
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| Buy your mom a bob and your dad some tissues
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| We got ideas and we got issues
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| Whoa oho
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| Life’s a real short party
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| So let’s turn it up, I’m gonna turn it up, I’m gonna burn, let’s go
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| Whoa oho
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| Let’s get some drama started
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| Turn on the heat, turn up the friction
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| Write a little bit of trailer park pulp fiction
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| Write a little trailer park pulp fiction
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| Write a little bit of trailer park pulp fiction
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| Jekyll and Hyde, Bonnie and Clyde
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| Romeo and Juliet better run and hide
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| You got the look and you got the touch
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| Got moves so hot make a prison guard blush
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| Got no rules got no compunction
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| A product of good down home dysfunction
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| Straight off the farm, children of the corn
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| Get totaled, here comes the storm
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| Whoa oho
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| Life’s a real short party
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| So let’s turn it up, I’m gonna turn it up, I’m gonna burn, let’s go
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| Whoa oho
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| Let’s get some drama started
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| Turn on the heat, turn up the friction
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| Write a little bit of trailer park pulp fiction
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| Write a little trailer park pulp fiction
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| Write a little bit of trailer park pulp fiction
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| We’ll end up, in the sunset
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| In our pink lawn chairs
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| With plastic palm tress, a big screen TV
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| On parole in the middle if nowhere
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| Until we’re there, woo
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| Whoa oho
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| Life’s a real short party
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| So let’s turn it up, I’m gonna turn it up, I’m gonna burn, let’s go
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| Whoa oho
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| Let’s get some drama started
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| Turn on the heat, turn up the friction
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| Write a little bit of trailer park pulp fiction
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| Write a little trailer park pulp fiction
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| Write a little bit of trailer park pulp fiction
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| Write a little trailer park pulp fiction
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| Write a little bit of trailer park pulp fiction |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trailer Park Pulp Fiction , by - Colt Ford. Song from the album Chicken and Biscuits: Second Helping, in the genre Кантри