| Since when
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| You been a backroom betty?
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| With the sleeves rolled up
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| And the gunmetal sweaty
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| And the handyman’s ready
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| Just to coruscate baby
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| And you snake charmer shake it for him
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| You took it on a whim?
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| How convincing…
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| Was he sharkskin swimming
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| Looking for some pretty
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| And you grandpiano fall from the air
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| I bet ya said yes twice
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| 'Fore the split of a hair
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| Come n' git it lady!
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| Fading in the porch light
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| Haunting like a loose kite
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| 'Fore i pulled the lost knife
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| Jailcell scratchin'
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| Carving days into patterns
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| Till i tesselate a tattered, battered
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| Banshee-breathing portrait of you
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| You wanna have the last laugh
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| You wanna love me half-mast
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| You wanna cold cut me
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| Wanna ring metal cuff me
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| Well ya can’t come back
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| Less ya take off that sack
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| Lord knows that i bought it for you
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| Feel the cold stone cuttin
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| Lying bare west of the river
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| On the cold peak rusting
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| Well you can’t come back
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| Less you cuss that you love me
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| Better cuss that you love me
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| No you can’t sleep warm tonight
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| I walked into the cellar
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| Heavy with a blade
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| Smelled the mildewy mattress
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| Lookin' for my maid
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| It was there that she varied
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| It was there that she varied
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| And it’s there that he’s buried today |