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| 1. |
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70 bucks on Congaree,
That youd end up with me At a rumble in the jungle Like Muhammad Ali, That a full house youd find But your queen lost her mind Now youre stuck at the table With three of a kind Do you get Out of the market And out of the pool? Is it |
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| 2. |
| 3:21 |
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Youve gone too far
Im on my way You can tell the concierge To bring around my car Youve gone too far You said too much Things you shouldnt say You can keep your violins Your sins, your care, your touch You said too much Get off the ground now baby Just |
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| 3. |
| 3:34 |
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Youve gotta be hard
If you gonna get her Dont leave her scarred All dead=all better Youve gotta remember To do it all right Turn the lights out Lock it up tight Dont you walk on the grass And dont leave any clues Better wash off your glass And wipe the |
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| 4. |
| 3:13 |
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Moanin in the elevator
Crowded in the lady's stall Mama heard the screaming But it didn't hurt at all Hangin up inside the courtroom Taking our chances in the second row I'm flushed and I'm flustered All because you told me so Fish are flyin, birds are |
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| 5. |
| 3:07 |
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I can smell the change thats on your hands
Packing up your philips head and honey bear Brandy danced for you and all your friends Last night you think you might have left your money there Good morning now your keys are gone And the thundercats are on The |
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| 6. |
| 1:37 |
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It thundered like hell in the city
Count one hundred ten Mississippi Now go inside and find some things You think you'd like to keep Too quiet here for anyone With any sense to sleep They're meeting tonight at the docks For blood and dry pair of socks I saw George Washington ready afloat Embracing a man in a big yellow coat |
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| 7. |
| 4:03 |
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I dont need more light
I just need the phone Got my bags and my tags Im driving home You say Im meaner I know Im bled So you hold your tongue and Ill hold my head Stealing home I dont need more rest I just need a light What a mess, let me guess Ill be a |
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| 8. |
| 3:22 |
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It's so romantic
The neighborhood's littered with white gloves The flowers were hand picked They're taping up paper doves And it's hard to think When everything's red and pink It's hard to eat when everything's sweet I guess it's just the perfect time to send some roses And touch their noses And buy them things Because it's such a tender time for all the ladies With all those babies Wearing their wings Could you be mine And hot stuff and maybe and foxy and fine Swallow your red hots And order the fancy wine And if please Just bring me some honey I'll send for the bees You throw your rice It feeds the mice I guess it's just the perfect time to send some roses And touch their noses And buy them things Because it's such a tender time for all the ladies With all those babies Wearing their wings You've gotta run They hate it when you're too quiet And it's always fun To close up until they buy it I guess it's just the perfect time to send some roses And touch their noses And buy them things Because it's such a tender time for all the ladies With all those babies Wearing their wings |
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| 9. |
| 3:22 |
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Well they're out in the yard
Said it took them all night Over the hillon a prayer and a pill To the fifth one down on the right Time to take a vacation Where there's only one station You can tan up your shoulders And see how it goes At your own private b |
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| 10. |
| 3:48 |
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Silver pens, expensive smoke
I's all over, satan sucks You know it's true Jesus Presley Elvis Christ Happy parents standing in some living room And it's ten minutes back to the valley Her city limits; I'm gonna take you with me And I will sing those songs Back down the alley And you can love me all the way home You've got taste and that's sad Now you're listening like you never really had Feel that wind beneath my coat You're a liar I'm a silly billy goat And it's about ten minutes back to valley Everbody got sore 'Cause they couldn't shop anymore I wouldn't bother to tell my father that I was on the score When it's ten minutes back to valley |
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| 11. |
| 5:07 |
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Looks like somebody got murdered
Thats the way it looks around here I shouldnt wait for you I think its too late for you Too many toxic tantrums Have watered down my fear Too much of your thunder Killed all my wonder for you And its a queen sized tomb Me |
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| 12. |
| 2:44 |
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Drop me off here love
See you tomorrow Smell like a raindrop Look like a girl I'll cover the bug bites Watch for your headlights Well give the dream a whirl If youre such a kity Wheres all my money Youre young and youre pretty And youre lazy enough Youre |
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