| Best of three, the angel said
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| As daylight burst behind his head
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| Jacob all night wrestling with his angel
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| Then out into the Boul' St. Mich
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| He cruises in a new Corniche
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| Now doesn’t god stand up for b-a-s-t-a-r-d-s
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| Baby you can’t lose it
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| You’d be mad to choose it
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| Don¹t you know he was born to do you down
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| You can’t cheat your fate girl
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| Check the time and date girl
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| Don’t you know he was born to do you down
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| But guys who show how much they care
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| Try hard to please and get nowhere
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| You know that every girl round here got built-in bastard radar
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| Baby you can’t lose it
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| You’d be mad to choose it
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| Don’t you know he was born to do you down
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| 'cause what will be will always be
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| Though stinging kills the honey bee
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| You know that every girl on Earth’s got built in bastard radar
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| I’m singing «one-two» in the mike
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| You know i’m testing
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| I’m singing «death where is thy sting?»
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| It’s only resting
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| And thank god every woman knows
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| It’s piss and wind and fancy clothes
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| That make a man a man
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| Thank god for built-in bastard radar |