| Nine in the morning, who’s singing the blues
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| In the hotel lobby, missing one of your shoes
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| With a handprint on your ass in the shape of a bruise
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| Puke on your hand as you reach for the door
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| Your bottle of schnapps falls onto the floor
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| You take one more sip as the concierge calls you a whore
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| No one to blame, every weekend is the same
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| Your vagina still ain’t tamed
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| Baby, stand up tall and walk that walk of shame
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| That walk of shame
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| Go on, girl!
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| Sun coming up, side of the road
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| You stumble from the bus all covered in load
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| Take a dump in the alley in the spot where your car got towed
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| Your friends all left, four hours before
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| Ran out of coke, went looking for more
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| While you were doing ass to mouth on the tour bus floor
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| No one to blame, every one night stand’s the same
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| It’s the «hide that sausage game»
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| Baby, smile real big and walk that walk of shame
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| Walk of shame!
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| Baby, suckin' lots of dick is so rock n' roll
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| Suckin' lots of dick is so rock n' roll
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| Don’t have to be a fireman to ride the pole
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| No amount of respect is gonna save your soul
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| When many moons pass, your tits grow long
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| But your pussy don’t ever stop craving the dong
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| Now a bunch of old folks gangbanging doesn’t seem so wrong
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| You grab a couple ol rockers, have a ménage
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| Your beat up old tits, get a cum barrage
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| While Satchel and Stix do the walk out of Lexxi’s mom’s garage
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| Fuckin' Lexxi’s Mom is so rock n' roll
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| Fuckin' Lexxi’s Mom is so rock n' roll
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| She takes five inches up in every hole
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| She likes to rock n' roll on that rock n' roll poll, yeah
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| She’s a special kind of whore to tame
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| In the D.P. |
| hall of fame
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| For Stix and Satchel it’s worth that walk of shame
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| Put your guy-liner on and walk that walk of shame
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| That walk of shame
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| Yeah, oh yeah, baby don’t complain
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| Just walk that walk of shame |