| Capillaries and doctors ‘fore you pick up your son
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| Hide your smoke out the window park it on the lawn
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| All your brothers on couches watchin' charles in charge
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| Your dad kicks them out the house, they whistle, call him sarge
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| He hides in the garage
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| Back behind your mother
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| Snapple in the cupboard
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| Oo cowards hide in cars from exes and the guards
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| And spill over at bars to boys with big guitars
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| ‘cause all the boulevards of their youth melt into shards of chicka cherry cola
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| Capillaries and ovaries cryin to dances with wolves
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| Your finger hovers over his number and it gives you chills
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| Goin' through the bills
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| Just then a sudden reaction need your satisfaction but you know what’s next and
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| you come from a texan home and you feel so alone feel too alone and you picture
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| him home and its
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| Back behind your mother
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| Snapple in the cupboard
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| Oo cowards hide in cars from exes and the guards
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| And spill over at bars to all the boulevards
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| And all the little broads that lean over the cars of chicka cherry cola
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| Pick up the phone and dial be the 75th caller |
| Name the top five songs and you win a dollar
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| Back behind your mother
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| Snapple in the cupboard
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| Oo cowards hide in cars from exes and the guards
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| And spill over at bars to boys with big guitars
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| ‘cause all the boulevards of their youth melt into shards of chicka cherry cola
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| Chicka cherry col- now we’re older
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| Chicka cherry col- now we’re old |