| I know a girl that blows weed smoke in her newborn baby’s face
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| She swears that he loves the taste
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| I know a guy that gets drunk til his ass can’t stand
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| Every time he calls I tell him I already got plans (god damn)
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| I know a stripper that’s intelligent and swell
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| But her life’s in developmental hell
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| I know a, I know I got another record I can sell
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| But I’ll probably get indefinitely shelved (word?)
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| I know a girl with an artist trapped deeply inside her
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| She provides for herself, she don’t need you to like her
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| She dresses like a famous portrait
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| She talks like an angel with the makeup of dangerous torment
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| She don’t wanna get married, she wanna get carried away
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| And figure out how to display all the things she wants to say
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| She would try to paint
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| But she don’t got the patience that it looks like it takes (oh no)
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| Plus her thoughts are too colorful to fit inside a picture
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| Her spirit is the genuine elixir
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| Her personality is such a brilliant, fucking work of art
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| She’s a devil with a sensitive heart
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| She don’t like the boys that feel like they gotta be cool
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| And she don’t like the fake hoes in Cosmetology school
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| But one day, she’ll show the world
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| That she’s no ordinary, god damn woman
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| I know a girl that blows weed smoke in her newborn baby’s face
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| She swears that he loves the taste
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| I know a guy that gets drunk til his ass can’t stand
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| Every time he calls I tell him I already got plans (Goddamn)
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| I know a cook that’s intelligent and swell
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| But his life’s in developmental hell
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| I know a, I know I got another record I can sell
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| But I’ll probably get indefinitely shelved (word?)
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| I know a guy that’s a bouncer at a bar
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| He’s got tattoos and scars, on his shoulders and arms
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| I know a girl that’s a cocktail waitress
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| But she’s quittin' soon
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| She don’t know how much longer she can take this
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| I know a guy that always thinks he’s right
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| And he wonders why his friends are hardly ever in sight
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| I know a girl that never thinks she’s right
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| And she’d probably marry you and everything tonight
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| I know a guy that’s afraid to get married to his woman
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| He feels like a cushion, she barely tries to push him
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| It’s not that she’s hopin' it moves faster
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| She just feels ready to open a new chapter
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| She wants to be a caretaker
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| But he wants to be free
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| So she doesn’t wanna give that advice
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| But she doesn’t understand how it’s a sick sacrifice
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| To be loved so gently while you live half your life
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| Like, kick back your wife wants to rub your back
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| She’s a humanitarian, she’s not a door mat
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| Your track record isn’t perfect, kiddo
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| Just stop bein' so judgmental (let her love you)
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| She says she’s gonna give some more time to him
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| Before she admits she can see right through him
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| And then she’ll find a man that’ll invest in a wife
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| And let the other guy miss her for the rest of his life
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| I know a girl that blows weed smoke in her newborn baby’s face
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| She swears that he loves the taste
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| I know a guy that gets drunk til his ass can’t stand
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| Every time he calls I tell him I already got plans (Goddamn)
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| I know a drunk that’s intelligent and swell
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| But his life’s in developmental hell
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| I know a, I know I got another record I can sell
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| But I’ll probably get indefinitely shelved (word?)
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| I know a dude that’s a male bitch
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| I know a dude that says he’s your friend
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| But it always sounds like a sales pitch
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| I met a girl that does not eat meat
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| But she’s got a good job so she bought me drinks (why thank ya)
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| I know a guy that’s a social coke head
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| I know a girl that only sleeps in her own bed
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| I know a world that is not enjoying itself
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| I know a world that’s destroying itself
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| I know it all
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| I know it all
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| I know it all
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| I know it all |