| Honey, you think he’s got an attitude
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| So you treat him just a little too rude
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| Buddy, you think she’s a little too cold
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| So you act like a two year old
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| Don’t it make you feel low, Joe?
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| Don’t it make you feel mean, Jean?
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| Don’t it make you feel ashamed of yourselves?
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| Don’t it make you feel small y’all?
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| Boy, you say somethin' bad about her brother
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| Girl, you say somethin' mean about his mother
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| Tempers flare and insults fly and you both just wantin' to die
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| Don’t you feel like a jerk, Kirk?
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| Don’t you feel like a ninny, Ginny?
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| Don’t it make you feel ashamed of yourselves?
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| Don’t it make you feel small y’all?
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| Now lady, you say you don’t love him no more
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| Mister, you kick down the bedroom door
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| She calls you names you never heard before
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| And now its a full scale war
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| Don’t it make you feel crazy, Daisy?
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| Mentally ill, Bill?
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| Don’t it make you feel ashamed of yourselves?
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| Don’t it make you feel small y’all?
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| Six o’clock, eight o’clock, nine o’clock, ten
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| The neighbors all know that you’re at it again
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| And two little kids just a few feet away
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| Hear every word you say
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| Don’t it make you feel bad, dad?
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| Don’t it make you feel wrong, mom?
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| Don’t it make you feel ashamed of yourselves?
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| Don’t it make you feel small y’all?
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| Don’t it make you feel ashamed of yourselves?
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| Don’t it make you feel small y’all? |