| She was my god ma’am and my aussie-aussie can-can
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| Living in between the seats is so sweet
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| Have I got somethin' for you? |
| Livin' for my two dollar two
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| Now turn the other neck-brace, can I get a new face?
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| I like it when girls got money to burn
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| Let me show what I gotta go through
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| Livin' for my two dollar two
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| Come on!
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| I’m standing in line hearing a voice I must obey
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| I’m standing in line waiting for money!
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| I’m standing in line waiting for my boss to say okay
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| I’m standing in line waiting for money!
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| Now point me to the high-high, skipping all night now,
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| Make me your bitch if it makes you rich
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| Watchin' my city burn down
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| Livin' through a twenty dollar clown
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| Tell me now-now, Show em how!
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| I like a lady who knows what my thing is for!
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| four dollar four
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| I’m standing in line hearing a voice I must obey
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| I’m standing in line waiting for money!
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| I’m standing in line waiting for my boss to say okay
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| I’m standing in line waiting for money!
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| And I won’t panic if you won’t panic
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| And if you get the ticket don’t pay the fine
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| Satanic mechanic in the mid-Atlantic
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| Makin' drippy-droppy in a Chilean coal mine
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| Now we can make the sunrise, shaking off fruit-flies
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| Sittin in a corner watchin dirty flicks
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| Do you really wanna be in the mix?!
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| Living for my six, sixty-six
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| I’m layin that train track, have a snack-attack!
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| Five Pakistanis workin' in back
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| Cookin on a dirty grill,
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| Give em all a twenty dollar bill
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| It’s comin back up! |
| Hey!
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| It’s comin back up! |
| Hey!
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| I’m running on dimes, hoping my debts will go away
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| I’m sending good times, makin' some money Yeah!
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| I’m hangin with mimes, learning to talk a different way
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| I’m cutting in lines and winning the game
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| Shifting the blame!
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| Say what’s my name?
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| I make the |