| Do you believe the people who be surroundin' me?
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| (yes we will believe we will believe)
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| The spit-bread girls got somethin' that I need
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| (yes we will believe we will believe)
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| Girls I’ll take a loaf if you’re offerin'
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| (yes we will believe we will believe)
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| Scrub your webbed hands 'cause you girls are none too clean
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| (yes we will believe we will believe)
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| Now spit!
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| Girls you spit all day, your throats will dry and flake.
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| Here’s my offering: take my spit-kiss and your dry will go away.
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| With my spit-kiss you will become clean
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| (yes we will believe we will believe)
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| No more shall you gather; |
| I got’s everything you need.
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| (yes we will believe we will believe)
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| The buckets 'round my waist hold your new bread mixin’s
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| (yes we will believe we will believe)
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| Work your piston arms inside my buckets then spit my needs
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| (yes we will believe we will believe)
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| Now spit!
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| (you did us wrong you did us wrong you did us wrong you did us wrong
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| you did us wrong you did us wrong you did us wrong you did us wrong)
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| Girls you are pure clean females,
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| You must realize my buckets they need refilled.
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| The poor-folks laws, well those are my ways.
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| I make sugary lip moves, yes, I will persuade
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| You to wear my gatherin' buckets,
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| But before you leave how’s 'bout one more spit-kiss?
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| We were brought up by hand, ate flower and water,
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| Not soft-lip waifs raised on the breast of the mother.
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| We walked the woods with baskets tied 'round our waists.
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| We were generous and kind with everything we ate.
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| But we got lazy, went against the poor-laws,
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| Our baskets grew holes droppin' everything we got.
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| I made them unclean with my mixed-up offering.
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| I need spit-girls to leave. |