| Got one foot in the dirt
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| Buried deep but you ignore it
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| With one hand in that purse
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| Where she keeps the pills you snorted
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| And then she’ll cast her spells all in stripes
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| Watch her melt before your eyes
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| Can’t crush a curse
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| When you’re with the wicked witch of the westside
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| Put up your pistol to her tongue
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| Licking the dust from off her thumb
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| Make your mouth go numb
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| But she’s so pretty, oh what a pity
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| You say you miss me now
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| 'Cause you don’t like the way you made your bed
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| And I won’t fall in it again
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| Any moment you could turn to ash and baby you’re
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| Already half way there
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| Got one foot in the dirt
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| Buried deep but you ignore it
|
| With one hand in that purse
|
| Where she keeps the pills you snorted
|
| And then she’ll cast her spells all in stripes
|
| Watch her melt before your eyes
|
| Can’t crush a curse
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| When you’re with the wicked witch of the westside
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| I’m not gonna spread my legs in your coffin
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| Let her hold your bloody tissues for you while you coughing
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| Blow a kissy-kissy gun and forgotten
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| Tell me how it’s holding up, you’re six feet at the bottom
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| And she’s so crazy cute, but she ain’t me
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| Not gonna save you now
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| 'Cause you don’t like the way you made your bed
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| And I won’t fall in it again
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| Any moment you could turn to ash and baby you’re
|
| Already half way there
|
| Got one foot in the dirt
|
| Buried deep but you ignore it
|
| With one hand in that purse
|
| Where she keeps the pills you snorted
|
| And then she’ll cast her spells all in stripes
|
| Watch her melt before your eyes
|
| Can’t crush a curse
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| When you’re with the wicked witch of the westside |