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Oh God, deliver me from my enemies |
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These women in green winter coats |
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Working for a tip, don't paint your lips |
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And don't bite, they're baiting you |
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And don't cry 'cause they want you to |
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Mama, I'm sleeping it off |
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Worn thin from red lights and scotch |
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And I hate being cross |
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But you should hold your booze |
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Please don't drop bombs on me |
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I beg of thee just leave me in peace |
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I'll have cold, kind and lemon eyes |
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Oh, lemon eyes, my |
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GodDon't suck your gut so tight |
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And don't cut your hair so nice |
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Mama, I'm sleeping it off |
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Worn thin from red lights and scotch |
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I hate being cross |
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But you should hold your booze |
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Don't bite, |
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I'm begging you |
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And don't leave when |
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I curse at you |
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Mama, I'm sleeping it off |
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Worn thin from red lights and scotch |
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I hate being cross |
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But you should hold your booze |
