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| 1. |
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Slow night, so long, she's frenching out the flavour
She's 17, but I done went and plum forgot it No tears are gone, they're pooling on the table No tears are gone, they're leaving their mark behind So far so good, she's absolutely wasted She's hanging up and changing her story around I just don't know where leading ladies come from I just don't know where they can be found She's opened up just like she really knows me I hate her face, but enjoy the company I'll take you home, or back to Oklahoma You're not so nice, but the sex sells so cheap Rise and shine all you gold-digging mothers Are you too good to tango with the poor, poor boys? Rise and shine all you gold-digging mothers |
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| 2. |
| 2:25 |
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He's so the purity, a shaving and a mourning
And standing on a pigeon toe in his disarray Straight in the picture pose, he's coming around to meet you And screaming like a battle cry, it's more if I stay Me and your cold, driving in the snow Let the good times roll, let the good times roll Cowgirl king of the rodeo Let the good times roll, let the good times roll How dare you come to me like Withnail for a favor Ah hold on, not my fairy tale you're trying to start Take off your overcoat, you're staying for the weekend And swaying like a smokey grey, a drink in the park Me and your cold, driving in the snow Let the good times roll, let the good times roll Cowgirl king of the rodeo Let the good times roll, let the good times roll Good time to roll on |
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| 3. |
| 3:05 |
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Aha shake
Taper jean girl with a motel face Aha shake Bury your eyes in a secret place Aha shake Black as night on a Summer day Cunts watch their bodies No room for make up I think he's tasted Tasted the watcher Heartbreak Knockin' 'em down like the 7th grade Heartbreak Cigarettes and songs with a winter's chafe Heartbreak Keep like my daughter and a run away Cunts watch their bodies No room for make up I think he's tasted Tasted the watcher Aha shake Tapered jean girl kills me Cunts watch their bodies No room for make up I think he's tasted Tasted the watcher |
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| 4. |
| 2:21 |
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Pistol of fire
Pistol of fire Pistol of fire Shatter the frame Go hug your sister Go love your sister Go hug your sister One and the same Aiyah Where did you want to take me? Aiyah Where did you want to go? Aiyah Wrapping up the morning's coming Aiyah Home before the rooster crows I feel the water Out in the cool grass Down in the meadow Under the tree It's gonna tickle You're gonna giggle It's gonna tickle Tickle for free Aiyah Where did you want to take me? Aiyah Where did you want to go? Aiyah Wrapping up the morning's coming Aiyah Home before the rooster crows |
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| 5. |
| 4:00 |
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Salty leave
Salty leave Tell me the one about the friend you knew And the last good night that we toasted too Salty leave Stay for me Stay for me We drank wine in the matinee And the spotlight showed what I chased away Stay for me She saw my comb over Her hourglass body She has problems with drinking milk And being school tardy She'll loan you her toothbrush She'll bartend your party Kill me Kill me I called and I called, but I can't get through Said he's on his own, but his own is you Kill me She saw my comb over Her hourglass body She has problems with drinking milk And being school tardy She'll loan you her toothbrush She'll bartend your party |
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| 6. |
| 2:56 |
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I'll be the one to show you the way
You'll be the one to always complain Three in the morning come-a bang bang bang All out of fags and I just can't wait Cancel the thing that I said I'd do I don't feel comfortable talkin' to you 'Less you got the zipper fixed on my shoe Then I'll be in the lobby drinking for two Eighteen Balding Star Golden Falling Hard* Look at the shakies What's with the blush? Fresh off the plane in my fuzzy rush Everyone's gathered to idolize me I hate the way you talk your Japanese scream It's been too long since I left the shed You kick the bucket and I'll swing my legs Always remember the pact that we made Too young to die but old isn't great Eighteen Balding Star Golden Falling Hard* I'm-a gonna show the way I'm-a gonna show the way I'm-a gonna show the way Eighteen Balding |
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| 2:59 |
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I used to see you every day
I used to see you every day I danced around your folk and soul I danced to all your fucking soul I left you with your nose a bleedin' And your toes creepin' around Ah, so mundane and incomplete Hand me down my pants and get me off this street I'm passed out in your garden I'm in, I can't get off so soft I'd pop myself in your body I'd come into your party, but I'm soft Behind the fringe of a whiskey high Mutilating cat like eyes And in your nose blood decadence You try to drag me into your bohemian dancing You paint my fingers and you paint my toes You let your perfect nipple show I'm passed out in your garden I'm in, I can't get off so soft I'd pop myself in your body I'd come into your party, but I'm soft But I'm soft I'm passed out in your garden I'm in, I can't get off so soft I'd pop myself in your body I'd come all over your party, but I'm soft |
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| 8. |
| 2:15 |
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Just like the girlies back at corner stone
Wash my bugle boy a watching my throne Sweet mutilations of a sold to nothing man Lord, have mercy, shake is falling through your hand Razz the kid Because you love me, I'm the chosen one These are the days to not be having no fun I listen back to what you told me before Just tell me where to come, I'll knock down the door Razz the kid |
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| 9. |
| 3:33 |
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Toss me a breath when you hold me down
Hot like a razor on my face Something's growing that don't help me now Paging the doctor, just in case Low and behold things are killing me Silly expectation of a dream Girls are gonna love the way I toss my hair Boys are gonna hate the way I seem Day old, day old, day old Day old, day old, day old Day old, day old, day old blues Peach Christmas lights spitting German ling Feels like a fast or homeless sleep At least there's a record that I love to play Dreaming about a place I'll never see Day old, day old, day old Day old, day old, day old Day old, day old, day old blues Betty, Betty, Annie is a praying Baby, with a man like a lung Smell her crying fighting back a fever Mad as hell give up Day old, day old, day old Day old, day old, day old Day old, day old, day old blues |
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| 2:08 |
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Hot men don't take no nonsense
he stood, too ready to fight he got a black buckle I remember the fire in his eyes You with your switchblade posse I'll get my guns from the side (south) we'll take to the yard like a cock fight 4 kicks, who's struttin now? (whats this bit folks? something about a razor) but there ain't shit else to do she's a lovin on the boy from the city I'll be lovin him under my shoe.. |
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| 11. |
| 2:10 |
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Walking like you're stuck in velvet snow
Walking like you're stuck in velvet snow Start in on your story and I'll go Walking like you're stuck in velvet snow Glowing 'cause you're sweating on our floor Glowing 'cause you're sweating on our floor Dancing like you'll never dance no more Glowing 'cause you're sweating on our floor And then you go And when you go You get to going way too fast and I'm so slow Turn out the lights 'Cause she's a coming to fight And then she'll go Death row smoking getting to your face Death row smoking getting to your face Showing off your something shaved and lacy Death row smoking getting to your face And then you go And when you go You get to going way too fast and I'm so slow Turn out the lights 'Cause she's a coming to fight And then she'll go Little Jo, she warned me not to call you Stoked that you were carrying some bad news Leave it up to me and I'll just drown you Out into the city where you came from |
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| 12. |
| 3:21 |
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On the plane, on the plane
Off to see the city girls again Only bringing what to carry on So that you know I won't be long Dripping beards as cold as hell And the motherfuckers gonna go to jail Honestly, I can see The giggling virgin overlooking me Time to put together what they say Although it wouldn't matter anyway Dripping beards as cold as hell And the motherfuckers gonna go to jail This rememo is set for home It's personal, but they need to know I'm overdue another round To gain control and take me down You're all tied up as you should be And I'll be cutting out naturally Dripping beards as cold as jail And the motherfuckers gonna go to hell This rememo is set for home It's personal, but they need to know |
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