| I’ve been waiting all this time, soliciting is my one crime
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| take a step which way to go, with no permission from a ho and a limp with no deseases, my back seats got remedies
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| I’ll be part of history, with 15 books on my story
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| and be a swift like roddigan, equipt with the best selection
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| wondering what you use, slipping off the booze cruise
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| and your focus turns to blur, when you set your eyes on her
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| as I turn away as she looks at me and I’m a wanting watching you walk away
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| i will try to meet you by the old highway
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| and if it’s now I’m down to slack
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| with the sun shown accross my back
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| now that your gone, moving right along
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| run down the road still viewing sluts, bowcats,
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| these ho’s are trying to fool me no promises you get the one time slam
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| seductive sexy capers in the hilton tram
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| with this abuse of napkins
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| X-amount of heineken
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| waking up’s so hard to do when I’m lying next to you
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| so I’m knockin at your door, complicates the night before
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| she said the joke is on me, I said the joke is on her
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| mary oh mary, your still so quite contrary
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| how could you ever know
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| why am I so short of your attention
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| having this discussiom downtown
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| no obligation, it’s a real hard emotion
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| now that your gone, I’m moving right along |