Well now there ain't nothing better then sex with you
Oh
You Left Some Letters in The Upstairs Room. I Can't
Well you're still pretty
And now I'm sorry
That I don't say
Daddy hit the bottleMomma hit the roofThey must've hit it
Well I guess I’m Fuckin FortyI can’t say that I’m
annette's doing time in baby jailshe's flirting on line sending
Jesus is comingIt's been too many yearsI hope he brings
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa,Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah,
Don't you spare my feelingsDon't you be scared of bloodDon't
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