| You know I like everything about you,
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| The way your talking is quite exciting,
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| Keep me up when I hide on my face,
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| The way I’m eating is a social disgrace,
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| I want a lot of this loving feeling,
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| The way you twist me is like I was bleeding
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| It’s really neat driving in this car,
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| Shut the door,
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| Let’s hope to god we can get it right,
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| I know a place we can rock all night,
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| Nobodys gonna catch you and get a fright,
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| You know the little girl who makes me,
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| The big one who takes me,
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| But now its later and I’m washing my hands,
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| It’s the arena, the promised land
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| Fighting on a price, sitting on a stump
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| Someones gonna get you when you thumb, thumb
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| You know its funny when your guts are so big,
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| I know your gonna take everything I give,
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| For sure you say it’s a lot of meat,
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| But you get it all in and it’s a hell of a treat,
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| Now, now
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| Now
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| 'cause I’m a man whose sick,
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| But I got class,
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| 'cause you only get respect when you’re kickin’ass
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| I’m a man whose sick,
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| But I got class,
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| 'cause you only get respect when you’re kickin’ass
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| Yes I’m a man whose sick,
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| But I got class,
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| 'cause you only get respect when you’re kickin’ass
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| Yes I’m a man whose sick,
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| But I got class,
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| 'cause you only get respect when you’re kickin’ass
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| I’m a man whose sick,
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| But I got class,
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| 'cause you only get respect when you’re kickin’ass |