Tonalité : G# minor
Verse 1
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Hey Girl
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What you lookin' like?
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I have seen you get up,
and go to that bathroom
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Like five or six times
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in the last twenty minutes
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What the hell's going on?
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Verse 2
[Verse 1]
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Under the great wide gray sky
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Still the same guy watching
the paint dry
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With bloodshot snake eyes
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My lady still hates me like
you know she should
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Because the simple things in life
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don't get overlooked
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But now I'm here with
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a glass full of beer
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Positioned in my chair to watch your ass
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from a mirror
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Hungover and horny, dirty old man
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Weed junky drunk leaving
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tips for the dope man
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I'll impress her with
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my jukebox selections
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Spit a couple words in ex
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change for af fection
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And if those legs work
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as good as they look girl
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You can walk up and down
the page in my book
Can you spell secret?
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Come get your feet wet
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Let me make up pet names for all
your little regrets
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(Here let me buy you a drink as
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a token of my erection)
Hoping that you'll open up and put
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down your weapons
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Verse 3
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[Chorus]
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Up, up, girl let your strap down,
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put your strap down
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Up, up, girl put your strap
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down
Verse 4
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[Verse 2]
Spaghetti strapped,
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another lap around the track
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I had to suffer punching onto
somebody's back
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What's up with that?
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Where's the independence?
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Find the dotted line between ac quainted
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with an d friendship
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But damn got head rushed,
can't stop
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What's the big fuss it
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was just a little hand job
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So what if her friend took off
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her bra and socks and drawers
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It was like a massage- a- trois
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Why the witnesses always posi
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tioned up in your business
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Like they're invested in
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your best interests
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Who I be with, and who I leave with
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Af fects this vicarious life
that the weak live
Guess now the pressure's
on me to charm you
Relieve you of your weapon, disarm you
See if I can get you off this barstool
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We all wanna know if I can get you out your clothes
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girl
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Verse 5
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[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
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From the star- fuckers
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to the hard lovers
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Passing judgment on none
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Everyone's got scars mother
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Some of them will never heal
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Sometimes you gotta step aside; you wanna
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see how the weather feels
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You can't avoid them or fill
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a void with 'em
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If you're nuts you'll en joy trying
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to make him your boyfriend
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I'm like a pile of paper and ribbons
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the day after Christmas
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(Naw, naw for real I will take my clothes
off right here girl)
Who wants to help me,
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I'm looking for a muse
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This time around I'm trying
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to cook up the blues
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Let's make a little love, a little hate
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A little give and take and give
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it to the kids that can relate
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And we don't even have a choice
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It's the balance,
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the bits between your ears and my voice
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So praise God that the rain
ain't stopped
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Let's head to my spot and take that wet tank- top off now
Outro 1
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