| I got a woman, way up over the hill
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| She’s hooked on speed, oh yeah
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| I got a woman, way up over the hill
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| She’s hooked on speed, oh yeah
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| She steals my money, when I’m in need
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| Well, she’s a little demon indeed
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| I got a woman, way up over the hill
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| She’s hooked on speed, oh yeah
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| She saves her lovin', way up early in the mornin'
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| But it’s not for me, oh no
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| My gypsy woman, she spins that pipe
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| My baby bleeds, my baby bleeds both day and night
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| I got a woman, way up over the hill
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| She’s hooked on speed, oh yeah
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| She’s there to use me both day and night
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| Always grumblin' and fussin', always wantin' to fight
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| Why you runnin' in the streets, leavin' me alone
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| I think I need to slip her just a little methadone
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| 'cause I got a woman, way up over the hill
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| She’s hooked on speed, oh yeah
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| I got a woman, way up over the hill
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| She’s hooked on speed, oh yeah
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| She’s my habit, she’s my fiend
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| Well she’s my little, my little tweaker queen
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| I got a woman, way up over the hill
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| She’s hooked on speed, oh yeah |