| He said, «Son, try a little bit harder
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| It’s not quite away from the bone
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| If you fry it a little bit longer
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| Your brain will be all alone»
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| He said, «Girl, I’ll cook a little while longer
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| Just please give me more of you»
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| All these words, they keep on jumpin'
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| China white all over you
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| I said you, I said
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| You, you, you, you
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| Oh, oh
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| Now please give me more of this something
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| It’s separating from the bone
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| I’m feelin' like more myself now
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| I’m almost more than done
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| Now take me to the stall and teach me
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| Show me all of your evil ways
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| Give me a bath to die in and I’ll write you all away
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| I said you, I said
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| You, you, you, you
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| You were wrong, man, so wrong, man, oh, oh
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| You were wrong, son, so wrong, son, oh, oh
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| And you were buried so goddamn far away, man
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| And you were buried so goddamn far away, man
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| Oh, oh |