| Come here and fry some fish momma
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| Cos I’m as hungry as can be
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| Oh lord how I wish, momma
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| You could stop the baby crying
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| Cos my head is killing me
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| I saw my ex again last night, momma
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| She was at the dance at Miller’s store
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| She was with that Jackie white, momma
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| I killed them both and they’re buried under Jacobs sycamore
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| You think I’m psycho don’t you moma
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| I didn’t mean to break your cup
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| You think I’m psycho don’t you moma
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| You’d better let em lock me up
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| Oh don’t hand me Johnny’s pup, momma
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| As I might squeeze him too tight
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| I’m having crazy dreams again, momma
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| So let me tell you bout last night
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| I woke up in Johnny’s room, momma
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| Standing right there by his bed
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| With my hands around his throat, momma
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| Wishing both of us were dead
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| You think I’m psycho don’t you momma
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| I just killed Johnny’s pup
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| You think I’m psycho don’t you, momma
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| You’d better let em lock me up
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| Oh you recall that little girl momma
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| I believe her name was Betty Clark
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| Oh don’t tell me that she’s dead, momma
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| Cos I just saw her in the park
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| We were sitting on a bench, momma
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| Thinking of a game to play
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| Seems I was holding a wrench, momma
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| Then my mind just walked away
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| You think I’m psycho don’t you momma
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| I didn’t mean to break your cup
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| You think I’m psycho don’t you momma
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| Momma why don’t you get up |