| Young pups they ask me what makes my kind
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| Shameless women and pork rind
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| Desirable lips keep telling me lies
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| Biscuits and bacon and fried pies
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| And it’s heartaches and grease, that’s what it takes
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| Heartaches and grease, my mistakes
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| Heartaches and grease oh the disgrace
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| Heartaches and grease boys, it’s what it takes
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| Young pups they ask me
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| Why I do what I do
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| Knowing trouble wears high heel shoes
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| I’m tempted and tried by a fine pair of legs
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| I’m likewise enticed over over-easy eggs
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| Young pups can see that my life’s in shreds
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| They walk away just shaking their heads
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| Theirs no sadder case of desire and anguish
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| For I’m done in by women, hushpuppies and catfish
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| Oh it’s heartaches and grease boys, that’s what it takes
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| Heartaches and grease, my mistakes
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| Heartaches and grease, oh the disgrace
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| Heartaches and grease boys, that’s what it takes
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| Heartaches and grease boys, is all it takes
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| Heartaches and grease, my mistakes
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| Heartaches and grease boys, oh the disgrace
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| Heartaches and grease, is all it takes |