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You know he's always runnin' around |
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Because he's a runnin' around kind of guy |
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You know he's runnin' around |
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And with runnin' around he's fine |
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He's runnin' around with a bad, bad temper |
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Runnin' around drinking gold dust liquor |
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Runnin' around taking dirty pictures |
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He's runnin' around, he's runnin' around |
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He works in a crowded room |
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Where loneliness is a prize |
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When he's not on the road |
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He's a real stand-up guy |
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He's sleeping in his own bed |
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He's still dreaming with two hands |
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He's runnin' around, he's not runnin' around |
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He's runnin' around, he's still runnin' around |
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She's sitting pretty underneath the southern skies |
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She's so damn pretty, even he forgets he's alive |
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When he's runnin' around in a hot tub |
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With a little bit of [?] |
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He's runnin' around until his white shows |
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He's runnin' around until his heart goes |
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He's runnin' around with a bad, bad temper |
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Runnin' around drinking gold dust liquor |
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He's runnin' around taking dirty pictures |
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He's runnin' around, he's runnin' around |
