| I was a real live wire on a very loose wig
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| Not a good combination in the best of times
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| I had no real plans, no trouble in mind
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| Just a real fat wallet my modus operandi
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| Then I woke up — seatin' and lost
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| Ya know I sear that it’s true
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| The sun was shining in my eyes
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| Reflectin' off a gold tooth
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| I said oh man… it was a ferocious morning
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| Well I remember the money quintessential moans
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| Yesterday’s perfume tells me I ain’t alone
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| Then I hear that fool’s bellow pounding at the door
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| I had my heart in my mouth when my feet hit the floor
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| Taste of cotton — and gasoline
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| All down in my thirty two
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| No time for stoppin' - I gotta beat the scen
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| I think this window will do
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| I said oh man… what a ferocious morning
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| The heat was oppressive, ninety nine in the shade
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| I hit the bricks runnin', hip-hoppin' away
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| I needed some magic so I turned into a bar
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| Was the misery minute down at the happy hour
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| My head screamed for a cough syrup cocktail
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| But I settled on a deep well gin
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| Don’t recall it all… I think it was fun
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| But I don’t wanna go there again
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| Oh man… what a ferocious morning |