| He stopped me on the street
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| He was wearin' a backwards baseball hat
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| I never seen the devil smile
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| But I bet it looks a lot like that
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| From his coat of worn-out rags
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| He flashed me a plastic bag
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| And said, «Hey, this’ll get you high tonight»
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| And I said, «No, thanks, I get that all the time»
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| When I walk into my kitchen, kids are screamin'
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| Dinner’s burnin' and I’m reminded
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| We’ve got PTA tonight when I’m kneelin' down
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| And feelin' all those little arms around me
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| My wife has got the bedroom in her eyes
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| Yeah, buddy, when you get that kind of love
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| It’s the world’s best kind of drug
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| And man, I get that all the time
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| A stranger in a cotton dress
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| So thin the sunlight came right through
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| I’ve been a man for long enough
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| To know that 'come on' look she used
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| She sat down next to me
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| Brushed her hand across my knee
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| And said, «I'll give you the best night of your life»
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| And I said, «No, thanks, you see, I get that all the time»
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| When I walk into my kitchen, kids are screamin'
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| Dinner’s burnin' and I’m reminded
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| We’ve got PTA tonight when I’m kneelin' down |
| And feelin' all those little arms around me
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| My wife has got the bedroom in her eyes
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| Yeah, buddy, when you get that kind of love
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| It’s the world’s best kind of drug
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| Yeah, I get that all the time
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| When I’m kneelin' down and feelin'
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| All those little arms around me
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| My wife has got the bedroom in her eyes
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| Yeah, buddy, when you get that kind of love
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| It’s the only kind of drug that gives peace of mind
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| In this crazy life of mine and I get that all the time
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| Yeah, I get that all the time |