| I kissed you 'cause I’ve never been an angel
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| I learned to say Hosannas on my knees
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| But they threw me out of Sunday school when I was nine
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| And the sisters said I did just as I please
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| Even so, I try to be a good girl
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| It’s only what I want that makes me weak
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| I had no desire to be a child of sin
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| Then you went and pressed your whiskers to my cheek
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| Fa la li li, fa la li lee
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| Now let me go, my honey-o, back to Tennessee
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| It’s beefsteak when I’m working
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| And whiskey when I’m dry
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| And sweet heaven when I die
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| Now I’ve tried drinking rye and gambling
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| Dancing with damnation is a ball
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| But of all the little ways I’ve found to hurt myself
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| Well you might be my favorite one of all
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| Fa la li li, fa la li lee
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| Now let me go, my honey-o, back to Tennessee
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| It’s beefsteak when I’m working
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| Whiskey when I’m dry
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| Sweet heaven when I die
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| Why can’t I go and live the life of Riley?
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| Why can’t I go back home to apple pie?
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| 'Cause your affront to my virtue was a touch too much
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| But you left a little twinkle in my eye
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| Fa la li li, fa la li lee
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| Now let me go, my honey-o, back to Tennessee
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| It’s beefsteak when I’m working
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| And whiskey when I’m dry
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| And sweet heaven when I die
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| Now some had come confessing of transgressions
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| And some had come confessing of their love
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| You were there strumming on your gay guitar
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| You were trying to tell me something with your thumb
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| Fa la li li, fa la li lee
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| Now let me go, my honey-o, back to Tennessee
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| It’s beefsteak when I’m working
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| And whiskey when I’m dry
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| And sweet heaven when I die |