| Little wendy cocaine stumbles up the hill to pain
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| Nothing stops the go-to girl, nothing takes the place of taking aim
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| Little wendy’s out there shaking hips and cuckoo eyes
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| Crazy drives that dizzy crowd
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| Moonlight strokes the highlights in her hair
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| She sells and moves and finds my hand
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| And pulls me down and close so I can hardly stand
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| As I lay like dead for her, I’m fed into my head I’m led, oh, I am sand
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| I’m crawling from the window, crawling down the wall
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| I’m happy screaming, yes, I am
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| I’m jumping on her daisy chain
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| I’m speeding through the dancehall like a rocket man
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| Now I wish today that yesterday was just tomorrow and
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| I could squeeze her grabby hand
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| Knowing that I never paid her for a gram
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| She’s a drunken doxy off her trolly
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| Sent before her time into this poxy world
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| She’s not fit for anything but dealing it
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| While heaven sings, I have this girl
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| She’s got me eating rice and beans
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| I have no shape nor color, I’m god’s lonely man
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| I don’t want to die but I don’t want to live
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| I’m speeding like a rocket man
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| Like a rocket man
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| Like a rocket man
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| Like a rocket man |