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| I'm a boozer, I'm a loser,
I'm a crack cocaine user, I'm a liar, pants on fire, Hanging from a telephone wire Boil and bubble, I am trouble I don't want to let you down. Should be writing through the night 'Cause all my verses need some tightening But I can't see, no I can't think I can't seem to do anything No I can't see, no I can't think I just want you around. |
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[chorus]
So I go, whoo. |
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I'm a better, a bed-wetter,
I'm a lazy no-good debtor I'm a stinker, lousy drinker, Zombie braindead thoughtless thinker I'm a loser, ain't no chooser, I don't want to let you go Should be working for them jerks In all the places I've been working But I sleep late, and I miss dates, I can't even get my bills straight I'm so sorry that you worry I just want you to know |
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[chorus]
That I go, whoo. |
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I am obsessing on the thought of you undressing
And my hands upon your body as my thoughts are turning naughty, oh, I'm wondering how, how I got to here. |
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I am obsessing on the thought of you undressing
And my hands upon your body as my thoughts are turning naughty, oh, I'm wondering how, how I got to here. |
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[chorus]
I guess it goes, whoo. |
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I am obsessing on the thought of you undressing
And my hands upon your body as my thoughts are turning naughty, oh, I'm wondering how, how I got to here. |
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I am obsessing on the thought of you undressing
And my hands upon your body as my thoughts are turning naughty, oh, I'm wondering how, how I got here. |
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