| I sure can pick 'em
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| Out looking for my next victim
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| Who will that unlucky one be?
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| Oh there’s lots shaking
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| No they’re not all taken
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| There’s someone out there
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| Just imperfect for me
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| There must be some kind of waitress
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| I could lure under my mattress
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| If I ply her with chitchat and wine
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| How’s about a rich heiress
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| Or a nice massage therapist
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| I could use some hands-on treatment all of the time
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| I’m done with you, finally we’re through
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| The whole thing was all wrong
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| At last I’m free, I’m back with me
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| But that won’t be for long
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| I can’t stand myself
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| Yeah I’m bar hopping
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| I’m out girlfriend shopping
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| I’m trying to find somebody to bring home
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| To meet my dear sweet mother
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| She’s thinking oh no here comes another one
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| But she knows I just can’t leave it alone
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| I got this sneaking suspicion
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| It’s more than just a little like fishing
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| You bait up your hook
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| And then you throw out your line
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| Yeah I’m out beating the bushes
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| Scoping out smiles, checking out tushes
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| I’m out on the lookout just about all of the time
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| We both tried nobody died
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| But I feel damned near dead
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| I miss you but I’m really blue
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| Cause I’m back with me instead
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| I can’t stand myself
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| I sure can pick em
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| I’m looking for my next victim
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| Who will that unlucky one be? |