| You are a waitress, you are a beauty
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| You breed vodka for all the boys
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| Yes you are cheating us
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| You are counting us
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| Even though we don't have much money
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| We are boys, not cops
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| Even though we don't have much money
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| You are counting us
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| But when the bastard comes
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| Bastard, fucking, from the cradle
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| Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch!
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| You love this shit!
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| You are so cute and funny
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| You are so sweet, you are so sweet
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| When drunk men have
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| You drag money out of your pants
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| You are the queen of the pub
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| We tell you: “Hello!” You tell us: “Bye!”
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| You are the queen of the pub
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| We to you: "Hello!" And you to us: "Bye!"
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| But when the bastard comes
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| Bastard, fucking, from the cradle
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| Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch!
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| You love this shit!
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| And when we don't have money
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| You're sending us to hell,
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| And we studied at the same school
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| Went to first grade together
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| Why send us to hell?
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| I would pour a stack just like that,
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| But you don't pour us anything
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| Your asshole drinks everything!
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| But when the bastard comes
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| Bastard, fucking, from the cradle
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| Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch!
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| You love this shit! |