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Slick it back |
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Gimme some grease |
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You got it |
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I want it |
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So baby so sweet |
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Jett black hair |
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Leather on thigh |
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You make me flip baby |
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Whoa |
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Everytime |
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But you don't give a damn |
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You're just a fink for the man |
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You sure let me know |
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You don't give a damn |
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You're just a fink for the man |
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You make me flip |
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Get up and go |
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The midnight riders hanging round your neck |
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I wish it was me |
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Oh, we could be just the best |
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I seen your letters |
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They're written with spit |
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Your taking care of business |
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But baby |
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You flipped |
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I seen your letters |
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They're written with spit |
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And you're Fink for that man |
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You're buying us a big bag of trouble baby |
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But I know that's your plan |
