| Trailer trash, fallen angel of the underclass
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| Teenage trollop with a perfect ass
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| Yeah, she moved in fast on me
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| When we first met, she was puffin' on a cigarette
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| That demented junkyard Juliette
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| With Tourette’s of my dreams
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| The bleached blonde hair and missing teeth
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| Cannot hide what’s underneath
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| That nyphomanic thief that stole my heart
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| The smell of Funyuns on her breath
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| When she was all spun out on meth
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| I knew she’d be the death of me
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| There she blows, sucked a golf ball through a garden hose
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| Two legs bragging how they never close in a gutter rosary
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| What could I do?
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| I got stuck on her just like a glue
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| She’d been huffing since the age of two
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| Now my lonely nights were through
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| Then that tornado ripped through town
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| Turned the whole world upside down
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| She vanished in a flash
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| With my credit cards and stash
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| Now I’m left here with this rash
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| And I’m sifting through the ash
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| For my tragic trailer trash |