| I am six foot four and weigh two-twenty on the scale,
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| I’ve got a red-header's temper, people say I come from hell,
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| The art of slothfulness I have perfected to a T,
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| I made money come from everything, some might name it greed.
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| So I have this little plan to take what I require,
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| I will laden myself up and make the men desire,
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| It will smell like mildew love as we battle and we bleed,
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| If they get too fresh before their pad I’ll make them scream:
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| That’s a fierce cow/Oh my god
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| (repeat)
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| All advice is recommended, the pain upon my skin,
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| I’ll let them look, not touch, oh I ain’t that kind of man,
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| Oh the contest in the square of our anywhere US town,
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| Saying on your mark gentlemen, now who will bring my crown?
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| We will bring our candy chocolate bears, doodads and par-feurs,
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| They are all unskilled in handsomeness for the dowries I deserve,
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| I’m a man of moral good, I got a debutante’s need,
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| I only take what they offer, from their knees they scream:
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| That’s a fierce cow/Oh my god
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| (repeat)
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| No it’s not like that, it’s not like that.
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| (repeat)
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| You know what you do to me, bring me low.
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| Now I find myself in the square, slowly being told to go lower,
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| And like a European music prodigy, she’s waving her directing arm,
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| Telling the whole lot of us to get lower on the ground.
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| I see surrounding me who’s gone so low are men and women alike.
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| Then a hiccup comes up my throat and clouds over my eyes,
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| It starts some fresh feeling inside of me that something has gone askew,
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| «Oh no, I spy this one here is beginning to think for himself»
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| And from this angle, I see that she is a very muscle-girded female,
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| «I must stop this stubbornness,»
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| Fairly masculine arms,
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| «I will unleash my charm»
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| Farm boy’s hips, them’s good for breedin'.
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| He got down with all the others, but this one’s special.
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| He can do both — breathe and think. |
| And before I lose my grip,
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| I will make him get on up as I lash out at him,
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| And I say, lash out with a fierce wink.
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| What was I thinking? |
| I see my love truly now.
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| She’s common sense in a country dress,
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| And all this thinking’s making me digress,
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| She’s just asking us to…
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| Get a little higher/Oh my god
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| (repeat) |