| Now, you know that I’m married
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| And baby, so are you
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| But right now we’re not thinking
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| Past this little rendezvous
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| We both know what’s gonna happen
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| Four people gonna get hurt
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| Cause it’s bound to rub off on us
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| When we’re playing in the dirt
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| You’ll probably lose your husband
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| I know I’ll lose my wife
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| You’d think that we’d know better
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| At this point in our lives
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| So we might as well enjoy it
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| Take it for what it’s worth
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| Cause we’re gonna get some on us
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| When we’re playing in the dirt
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| (Guitar solo)
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| It’s the same old common story
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| It’s happening all around
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| Ain’t no doubt about it
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| One more ship is going down
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| There ain’t no escaping
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| All the troubles on this Earth
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| We’re gonna come up muddy, muddy, muddy
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| When we’re playing in the dirt |