| Malory used to wear flowery clothes
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| Hobnobbin' with the snobs at the gallery shows
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| Now, I know what you doin' when you powder your nose
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| I could’ve done somethin' lookin' back, I suppose
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| Here come Jimmy, way too skinny
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| Down one forty from about two fifty
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| Hangin' out on the wrong side of the city
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| I used to have pity now I don’t have any
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| Standin' on the corner in the cloth tube top
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| Bleach blond hair and a botched boob job
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| Hollywood Holly say she’ll top you off, but
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| That’s the kind of talk, girl, that got you shot
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| Say (Oh)
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| I ain’t workin' no more
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| C’mon now (Hey)
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| I wanna sleep all day
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| And the song goes (Oh)
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| We can’t take it no more
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| Don’t worry 'bout it, man (Ha, ha)
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| There’s pills for everything
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| Brimstone fire and new gold chains
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| Cigarette lighters and cook cocaine
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| There’s pills for everything
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| Brimstone fire and new gold chains
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| Cigarette lighters and cook cocaine
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| There’s pills for everything
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| I wanna get up
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| I wanna get down
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| I wanna feel so good so bad
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| I don’t want it around
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| I need to get up
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| I need to be free
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| I need to feel so good so bad
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| I need to believe
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| Say (Oh)
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| I ain’t workin' no more
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| C’mon now (Hey)
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| I wanna sleep all day
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| And the song goes (Oh)
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| We can’t take it no more (Hoo)
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| Don’t worry 'bout it, man (Ha, ha)
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| There’s pills for everything
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| Sleepin' on the futon
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| Alligator boots on
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| Waitin' for a friend of mine
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| Some they never move on
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| Wait around too long
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| End up left behind
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| Sleepin' on the futon
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| Alligator boots on
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| Waitin' for a friend of mine
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| Some they never move on
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| Wait around too long
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| End up left behind
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| Sleepin' on the futon
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| Alligator boots on
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| Waitin' for a friend of mine
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| Some they never move on
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| Wait around too long
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| End up left behind
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| I wanna get up
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| I wanna get down
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| I wanna feel so good so bad
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| I don’t want it around
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| I need to get up
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| I need to be free
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| I need to get them god-damn pills
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| Far away from me
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| Oh, come on and say (Oh)
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| I ain’t workin' no more
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| And the song goes (Hey)
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| I wanna sleep all day
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| Say (Oh)
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| We can’t take it no more (Hoo)
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| Don’t worry 'bout it man (Ha, ha)
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| There’s pills for everything
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| Brimstone fire and new gold chains
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| Cigarette lighters and cook cocaine
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| Brimstone fire and new gold chains
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| Cigarette lighters and cook cocaine
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| Brimstone fire and new gold chains
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| Cigarette lighters and cook cocaine
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| Brimstone fire and new gold chains
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| Cigarette lighters and cook cocaine
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| (Please, that hurts, don’t do it any more!)
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| (Are you gonna be on my side if I let ya up?)
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| (Sure, I’m on your side. Just let me up; I’ll do anything you say.)
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| (You're on my side.)
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| (I'm on your side.)
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| (Okay, lets go find the other fellas.) |