I like big pie and I cannot lie.
That pie is
30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
30 days
Well this yellow haired snake sits smug as a bug
Got
You smell like a fieldCow-shirt in midsummer sunI must have
I come from Alabama and I work a ten pound
Can I face tomorrowWith the news you bring meMy soul
Here's your news reportI'm your straight face for todaySorry if
She pays no mind to methods you employShe wants a
Here I am with dust in my pantsI don't know
Sometimes I sit here in this chair
And I wonder
I said,
Muskets aimed right at my headIt's just our job to
There she is again steppin' out of her limousine, well
Looking
There she is again, steppin' out of her limousine, well
Looking
I'm takin' my time
Hangin' my days in sunshine
Feel just like
I'm a road-runner baby, can’t stay in one place too
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