| We met in a parking lot
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| Buying coffee and cigarettes
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| Firewood and bad wine long since gone
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| I’m still drunk and hot, by the way
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| Breathing hard
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| Now, in just one year’s time
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| I’ve become jealous, rail-thin, prone to paranoia when I’m stoned
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| Cause isn’t true love «someone oughta put me in a home?»
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| Say, do you wanna get married and put an end to our endless regressive tendency
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| scorn?
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| Provincial concepts like your dowry and your daddy’s farm
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| For love to find us of all people
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| I never thought it be so simple
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| Let’s buy a plantation house and let the yard grow wild until we don’t need the
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| signs that say, «Keep out»
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| I’ve got some money left and it’s cheaper in the South
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| I need someone I can trust to protect me from our seven daughters when my body
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| says, «Enough!»
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| Don’t let me die in a hospital, I’ll save the big one for the last time we make
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| love
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| Insert here a sentiment in years
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| All cause I went to the store one day
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| «Seen you around, what’s your name?» |