| Oh, put your blues in your pistol
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| You can take 'em wherever you please
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| And give your tongue to a devil
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| Give your tongue to whoever you please
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| Ain’t it a shame, ain’t it a shame, honey
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| Ain’t it a shame, ain’t it a shame, honey
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| It’s alright, it’s okay
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| Take off your skin so you can do it again
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| While we fly, I’ll scratch your itch
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| Take off your skin so you can do it again
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| So you can do it again
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| Well, you can do the confusion
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| Well, you can do the whatever you please
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| Goddamn it, I’m lucky
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| Am I lucky to have no memory
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| Ain’t it a shame, ain’t it a shame, honey
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| Ain’t it a shame, ain’t it a shame, honey
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| It’s alright, it’s okay
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| Take off your skin so you can do it again
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| While we fly, I’ll scratch your itch
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| Take off your skin so you can do it again
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| It’s alright, it’s okay
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| Take off your skin so you can do it again
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| While we fly, I’ll scratch your itch
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| Take off your skin so you can do it again
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| Do it again and over I’m in
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| I’m doin' it again, I’ll do it again |