| She ran out of luck and started sweatin' bullets
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| She tried to get a job but she couldn’t do it
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| Now she’s livin' in a suitcase out on the street
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| He said I love your family they sure are funny
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| You know I hate to ask but can you loan me some money
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| Tryin' to get a grip, tryin' to get back on my feet
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| She’s sleepin' in the kitchen on the hardwood floor
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| Said it fixed her back, it don’t hurt no more
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| She’s lookin' real good, but she’s still havin' trouble with her knees
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| They lookin' for some kinda satisfaction
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| Workin' off some kinda chain reaction
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| Tryin' to get a handle on whatever it is they need
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| Victims… of the situation
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| Can’t rise above their own desperation
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| They keep on pushin'
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| But they can’t get it up to speed
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| He’s standin' in the mirror combin' his hair
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| Gettin' all dressed up but he ain’t goin' nowhere
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| You could cut him with a knife
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| And I betcha he wouldn’t even bleed
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| He said hey doc take a look at this
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| It don’t work and I’m scared to death
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| He said I got somethin' for you but you only get the first one free
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| Never seen a woman that crazy 'bout a man
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| Like a devil and an angel hand and hand
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| She knows what he is, but that ain’t the life he leads
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| They lookin' for some kinda satisfaction
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| Workin' off some kinda chain reaction
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| Tryin' to get a handle on whatever it is they need
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| Victims… of the situation
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| Can’t rise above their own desperation
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| They keep on pushin'
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| But they can’t get it up to speed |