Every night another woman
Every day a different town
If I'm not
Crazy Mary from London berry
Lives next door to the cemetery
How
Hey, Fuck Anita Bryant
Who the Hell is she
Telling all them
I painted quite a picture for the girls in her
The old man was covered with tattoos and scars
He got
Laid back and wasted
Driven to drinking
A woman ain't nothing to
Mona Lisa lost her smile
The painter's hands are trembling now
And
She's hard to get started
She's always so cold
In the mornings
Take this job and shove it.
I ain't workin here no
The Devil went to Jamaica
He was looking to sell some
Well it's 40 below and I don't give a fuck,
Got
yes, the roof leaks and the bed she squeak
and the
last night she made it plain she didn't want me
today
I heard the burritos out in California
could fly higher than
would you lay with me in a field of stone
if
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