| Life is lonely as a drifter When you’re hanging your neck in the noose
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| I’ve been crawlin' and crawlin' to get to your door but I’m drownin' myself in
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| booze
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| Every woman wants a mister, every man’s chasing something to screw
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| You’ve got karma and love, I’ve got lust and the drugs, and I’m fiending for
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| either two
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| What about you?
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| What about you?
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| Baby, What about you?
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| What about you?
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| Listen, Slam back a bottle of jack, blood on my clothes and a knife in my back
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| I’ve been kicked down, walked on, stop, baby I feel like a dog
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| But, Every woman wants a mister, every man’s chasing something to screw
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| You’ve got karma and love, I’ve got lust and the drugs, and I’m fiending for
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| either two
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| Baby, I’m talkin' to you?
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| What about you?
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| I said, What about you?
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| What about You, You You, You?
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| Every woman wants a mister, every man’s chasing something to screw
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| You’ve got karma and love, I’ve got lust and the drugs, and I’m fiending for
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| either two
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| Baby I’m talking to you
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| What about you? |
| yeah
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| I said, What about you?
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| What about You, You, You, You, You, You, You, You, Yeah |