| Well you know you get the hots for some gal, you just can’t stop
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| Makin' love six times a day better than pork chop
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| 'Cause ones' good as the other and you know what I mean
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| Some of them like a little bit of fat
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| Some of them like that meat just a little bit lean
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| I like gravy on the side with hot and juicy lovin'
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| Brown sugar on top, sausage warm out of the oven
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| Sometimes you get to eatin' Lord and you just can’t stop
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| Make me wonder to myself
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| Why oh why, why did I leave that last pork chop
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| Well met this fine gal in the choir, she sure could sing
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| She said come down to my house
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| I’m gonna give you ham hocks and beans
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| We devoured each other Lord, her kitchen was smokin' hot
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| I had to jump up and open a window and I thought to myself
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| Why did I leave that last pork chop
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| I have been on a very strict diet of beer and scotch and love
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| I was offered lunch break specials, but now I’m a fool for her
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| She’d been serving that pie while I was gone punchin' the clock
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| I thought about that waitress down at Maxine’s and I said to myself
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| Why did I leave that last pork chop |