| Now everyone is goin' out, but I’m stayin' in
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| You see I gotta nurse my lonely heart, with the mini bar gin
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| It’s not that my baby is mad at me, no, for doin' something wrong
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| It’s just that I’m so far, far away from her, and I’ve been here for so long
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| So won’t you please try and understand that we ain’t that kind of band
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| You choose and you choose, baby and sometimes end up with the mini bar blues
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| Now love thy neighbour and the children they flock
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| The suckers that shwag me baby are suckers that I Glock
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| See I’m the fire hose, and everybody knows, that I’ll knock you down and kick
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| that ass
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| So when I go out on the town, straight out of the ground
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| I ain’t lookin' to get on down, it’s just one of them things, ask Steve,
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| me and the fellas, sipping on some Heinekens,
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| if you know what I’m trying to express through my music
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| So won’t you please try and understand that we ain’t that kind of band
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| You choose and you choose, baby and sometimes end up with the mini bar blues
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| So won’t you please try and understand that we ain’t that kind of band
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| You choose and you choose, baby and sometimes end up with the mini bar blues |