| I took it in Uptown
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| With late nights and lookers
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| And brown bags that cover up my bottle
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| I took it that you think
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| That all those girls are hookers
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| Some times, you know, that’s what I called them
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| So, get down, you Minnesota girls
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| Get down, to the bottom of the world
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| And I don’t owe you nothing
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| No, I don’t owe you nothing
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| But blue skies
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| I took it in Southtown
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| Where the music was my life
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| With the bathrooms the place where I found it
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| I lost my friends;
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| I turned off all my lights
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| It’s never quite as fun as it sounded
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| So, get down, you Minnesota girls
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| Get down, to the bottom of the world
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| And I don’t owe you nothing
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| No, I don’t owe you nothing
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| But blue skies |