| I say, hello to your sister
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| Shes the one that I want
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| I hear she’s got a pocket full of angels
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| I tell her, I’ll be her mirror
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| And we pretend that we’re virgins
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| A silver lining stay on golden roses
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| Cut the skin, but you won’t bruise it
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| 'Cause they’re girls and they know how to use it
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| Born to kill, unfortunate son
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| Juice and gin and coming undone
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| Bottle spins, suck on your thumb
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| Born again, son of a gun
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| Say, hi for me to Jesus
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| I hadn’t seen Him for a while
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| He blew a kiss, it missed me by a mile
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| I caught your smile at the funeral
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| It wasn’t as white as the wedding
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| We on our knees, oh, darlin' please and we’ll do our communion
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| Cut the skin, but you won’t bruise it
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| 'Cause they’re girls and they know how to use it
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| Born to kill, unfortunate son
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| Juice an gin and coming undone
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| Bottle spins, suck on your thumb
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| Born again, son of a gun
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| Born again, son of a gun
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| Born again, son of a gun
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| Born again, son of a gun |