| I went to see her laid out to meet her saints
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| She was dressed in white, low cut silk and lace
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| Even her mama said she was always trouble
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| Promise a man everything, give him half and charge him double
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| We all gonna bust loose one of these days
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| We all got to stay loose, come what may
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| We all wanna cut loose on payday
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| We ain’t ever gonna break loose of these rock and roll ways
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| Now the girl walked like she owned Bourbon Street
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| And in those days she had grown men kneelin' at her feet
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| She took to an old profession as the source of revenue
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| Now all she’s takin' with her is a dress from Saks 5th Avenue
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| We all gonna bust loose one of these days
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| We all got to stay loose, come what may
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| We all wanna cut loose on payday
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| We ain’t ever gonna break loose of these rock and roll ways
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| She called me up one time and said, «Let's go get tattoos»
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| I said, «Well, let me brush my teeth and find my shoes»
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| She come down the street in a stolen Volkswagen
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| She smiled and said she’d decided on a crimson Chinese dragon
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| We all gonna bust loose one of these days
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| We all got to stay loose, come what may
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| We all wanna cut loose on payday
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| We ain’t ever gonna break loose of these rock and roll ways
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| We all gonna bust loose one of these days
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| We all got to stay loose, come what may
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| We all wanna cut loose on payday
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| We ain’t ever gonna break loose of these rock and roll ways |