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Your lower back, your lower back |
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Don't worry baby, |
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I won't resuscitate |
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Dumb buzzard luck, don't give a fuck |
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Don't worry baby, stand up |
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If they treat you rough in the evening |
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You'll be alright by the morning |
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Why would you do this? |
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It's so goddamn demeaning |
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Your lower back haunts me every time |
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I comeYour lower back, your lower back in spite of it |
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Baby, stand up |
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Oh, and don't make a peep, don't you squeak |
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Don't fight it baby, be sweet |
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If they rough you up in the evening |
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You'll get 'em back by the morning |
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Why would you do this? |
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It's so goddamn demeaning, yeah |
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Your lower back haunts me every time |
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I comeIf I lose my lunch over dinner |
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That southern drawl is getting thinner |
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And I don't like it when rough stuff gets too gruesome |
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Your lower back haunts me every time |
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I come |
