| Let me tell you 'bout a girl I know
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| Had a drink about an hour ago
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| Sitting in the corner by herself, in a bar in downtown Hell
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| She heard a noise, and she looked through the door
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| And saw a man she’d never seen before
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| Light skin, light blue eyes
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| A double-chin and a plastic smile
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| Well, her heart raced as he walked in the door
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| And took an empty seat next to her at the bar
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| «My brand new car is parked right outside
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| How’d ya like to go for a ride?»
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| And she said, «Wait a minute, I have to think»
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| He said, «That's fine, may I please buy you a drink?»
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| One drink turned into three, or four
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| And they left and got into his car
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| And they drove away some place real far
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| «Now, babe, the time has come
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| How’d ya like to have a little fun?»
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| And she said, «If we could only please be on our way
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| I would not run»
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| That’s when things got out of control
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| She didn’t want to
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| He had his way
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| She said, «Let's Go»
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| He said, «No Way!»
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| «Come on, babe, it’s your lucky day
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| Shut your mouth, we’re gonna do it my way
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| Come on, baby, don’t be afraid
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| If it wasn’t for date rape, I’d never get laid»
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| He finished up and he started the car
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| He turned around and drove back to the bar
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| He said, «Now, baby, don’t be sad
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| In my opinion, you weren’t half-bad»
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| She picked up a rock, threw it at the car
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| Hit him in the head, now he’s got a big scar
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| Come on, party people, won’t you listen to me?
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| Date rape stylee
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| The next day, she went to her drawer
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| Looked up her local attorney at law
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| Went to the phone and filed a police report
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| And then she took the guy’s ass to court
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| Well, the day he stood in front of the judge
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| He screamed, «She lies, that little slut!»
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| The judge knew he was full of shit
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| And he gave him twenty-five years
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| And now his heart is filled with tears
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| One night in jail, it was getting late
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| He was butt-raped by a large inmate, and he screamed
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| But the guards paid no attention to his cries
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| That’s when things got out of control
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| The moral of the date rape story:
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| It does not pay to be drunk and horny
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| But that’s the way it had to be
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| They locked him up and threw away the key
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| Well, I can’t take pity on men of his kind
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| Even though he now takes it in the behind
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| That’s the way it had to be
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| They locked him up and threw away the key
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| Well, I can’t take pity on men of his kind
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| Even though he now takes it in the behind
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| Date rape!
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| She didn’t want to
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| She didn’t want to
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| She didn’t want to
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| She didn’t want to
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| Take it!
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| One…
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| Rollin', rollin, rollin
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| Keep those doggies rollin'
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| Rollin', rollin, rollin, rawhide
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| Well good for leather
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| Windy rain or weather
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| Wishing my girl was by my side
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| All the things I’m missin'
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| Good vittles, love, and kissin'
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| Are waiting at the end of my ride
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| Move 'em on, head 'em up
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| Head 'em up, move 'em on
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| Move 'em on, head 'em up
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| Rawhide
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| Cut 'em out, ride 'em in
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| Ride 'em in, let 'em out
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| Cut 'em out, ride 'em in
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| Rawhide!
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| Up a whole step, Pierre
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| Movin', movin', movin
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| Keep those doggies movin'…
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| Don’t try to understand them
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| Just rope, spur, and brand 'em
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| Soon, they’ll be right behind your side |