Might be going to hell in a bucket, babe, but at least I'm enjoying the ride.
I need a woman about twice my age.
It's a shame those boys couldn't be more copasetic.
Sign the Mona Lisa with a spray can, call it art.
Nothin shakin on Shakedown Street, used to be the heart of town.
The first one say she's got my child, but it don't look like me.
Saw my baby down by the river, knew she'd have to come up soon for air.
Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world.
She spoke so kind and she talked so fair, well, Samson said, Delilah, you cut off my hair.
Whistle through your teeth and spit.
We can share what we got of yours, cause we done shared all of mine.
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