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checkmate honey, beat ya at your own damn game
no dice honey, I'm livin' on the astral plane feet's on the ground, and your head's goin' down the drain oh, heads I win, tails you lose, to the never mind where to draw the line an Indian summer, Carrie was |
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| 2. |
| 3:09 |
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kickin' down the road
feelin' mighty slowed with the likes of you gettin' mighty spaced never had a taste of what you're goin' through I can't bitch went from rags to riches then to ragtime screamin' the blues I wanna know why everybody's good intention t |
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| 3. |
| 4:52 |
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arriving in boats, black hooded coats
tormentors climbed into my room i crawled under my bed, covered my head but they're flushin' me out with a broom the leader, she's small, pinned my ass to the wall for my seeds or she'd be losin' her past time after t |
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| 4. |
| 4:02 |
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Take me on your rocking whores.(yes...not rocking horse)
Hit the lights and shut your doors. Grab your ankles ev'ryone. Ain't my way of having fun. Can't give it up gotta give it up give it up c'mon Nancy. Can't give it up get it up for your fancy. Gotta get it up get it up c'mon Nancy. Can't get it up gotta get it up get it up For your fantasies my a s don't speculate. I'm just your slave, your master's bait. And lots of luck into the night. Just waitin' for the bright light fright. Can't give it up, gotta give it up, get it up, c'mon Nancy. Really have a good time Really have a good time Suckin up the moonshine. Up underneath her clothesline. Really have a good time. Love me til the sun... can't get it up, gotta get it up, gotta get it up, get it up, c'mon Nancy. Can't give it up, gotta get it up, get it up, get it up, for your fancy. Gotta get it up, get it up, get it up, c'mon Nancy. Can't get it up, gotta get it up, get it up, get it up and down and all around. Take a ride and paint the town. Slow me down and make it fast. Scream almost and make it last. You know you gotta really have a good time. You know your really gonna, really have a good time. Suckin up the moonshine. Up underneath the her clothesline. You know your really gonna, really have a good time. You know you really wanna love me till the sun can't get it up. Get it up |
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| 5. |
| 2:19 |
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It's the dawn of the day and I'm crashed and I'm smashed
As it is I'm feelin' like my chips are cashed All of my clothes strewn all over the room The crisis at hand is I'm all out of zoom: I got the sunlight blues I can't find my shoes The only th |
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| 6. |
| 4:55 |
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Long ago in days I'm told
Were ruled by Lords of greed Maidens fared with gold they dared To bare their wombs that bleed Kings and queens and guillotines Taking lives denied Starch and parchment laid the laws When bishops took the ride Only to deceive Oh |
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| 7. |
| 4:23 |
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Doctor, doctor, doctor
Please, doctor, doctor, please Doctor, doctor, doctor Feel like an old diseace Get your sweet ass off the floor Doctor, doctor, doctor I can't refuse any loose harted lady anymore I scream your name into the crowd You feel the flame, but yo ain't proud Mabye your attitude ain't right So all that's left for me to do is bite The Hand That Feeds me Feeds me Doctor, doctor, doctor Doctor, doctor, please All things you put me through What the hell you want me to Do all the things that uncle John needs I ain't the dog that bites the Hand That Feeds me In the middle of, with a spittle of Et tu like birds of a feather When another day, love another way Push, shove, make love, play Never never, never ever Never ever, never ever Na, na... Doctor, doctor, doctor Please do a-what you can Doctor, doctor, doctor Would you please give my life a hand All the things you put me trough What the hell you want me to Do all the things that uncle John needs I ain't the dog that bites The Hand That Feeds me, yeah Doctor, doctor, doctor Doctor, doctor, please |
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| 8. |
| 3:56 |
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goin' downtown, goin' down, goin' down
'neath the city, eatin' ground round underground is pretty gritty I turned the screw she held the light that's when I knew she was a sight for sore eyes she was a sight for sore eyes playin' no fair, sleepin' under s |
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| 9. |
| 4:14 |
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Well I tried everything
Just to get along with you And I'm gonna tell you just What I'm gonna do Well I'm sick of all your cryin When you should be leavin me alone If you don't believe me You pack me bags, I'm gone Wontcha please Don't that sun look good |
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