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Sittin' here waitin', anticipatin' |
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What i'm gonna do to you |
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You may not see it |
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But you sure do need it |
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And i'll change your mind 'fore you're through |
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Been cool so far, but i'm gonna steal your car |
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And you'll learn to dig it too, baby |
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Come {??} and it won't be long |
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Before you feel me comin' through |
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I've got no hands on the wheel |
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But i'm drivin' by feel |
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And i got you sewn up and surrounded too |
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Take you down the track in a burlap sack |
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And you'll learn to dig it too |
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You're my horse and you never win a race |
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But i got to foot this {??} to you |
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You better not brag, you're a hunky old hag |
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And that goes for your mother too |
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Well you tell me you love, gonna slug you in the eye |
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And you'll learn to dig it baby |
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Well you've got a job and i've heard that before |
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And you're in the same line as pussy galore |
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You wear your dresses short |
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And i'll see you in court |
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You better bring me back some money or don't knock on my door |
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Gonna get me a whip and i'm gonna teach you to skip |
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And you'll learn to dig it baby |
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Well, i'm movin' faster |
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Than the plaster casters |
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And all your groupies too |
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Got love cause you need it, baby |
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And we're gonna mess with you |