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Calling all White Trash Freaks and a boogaloo dog. A White Trash Freaks and a boogaloo dog. . She got a sweet face grin. Strapped to her crib is an unborn twin. Drifted in the poly aftered union
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Calling all White Trash Freaks and a boogaloo dog. A White Trash Freaks and a boogaloo dog. . She got a sweet face grin. Strapped to her crib is an unborn twin. Drifted in the poly aftered union
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It starts at the top. Now it's spiraling down. Works best when it's lost. Diggin' under the ground Never mind it now. We can bring it back. It's total trash. And it's a natural fact. That I'm
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, love should be. Decorated with a little bit of dirt. More or less neglected from backbone. To the heart, it was more than I expected. And I knew it from the start. . That you'd fit into my trash
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, get up, dance!. Chorus. Now you can do this on your own. But everyone knows that no one likes to be alone. So get on the floor and *** somebody!. Ain't nothin' but a White Trash Party!. So let's have
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Song I'Ll Be Gone - Rosie Lowe. I love the way you smile. And how strong you seem to be. But I hate not knowing me. When I lose control, dear. I love we're in denial. And the future that we've
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. . You're a whole lotta woman. A whole lotta woman. I gotta whole lotta Rosie. A whole lotta Rosie. A whole lotta Rosie. I gotta whole lotta woman, yeah-yeah-yeah. . Honey, you can do, do it to me all
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White trash beautiful, trailer park queen . She slings hash at the diner from 11 to 5 . She married a boy from school, thought he was oh so cool . But all he can do for money is drive . . Out late
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(Uncle Ernie) Good morning campers!. I'm your Uncle Ernie,. And I welcome you to Tommy's Holiday Camp!. The camp with a differance. Never mind the weather. When you come to Tommy's,. The holiday
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prowler, you're a night howler, yeah Trash can murders. In the black of night. Trash can murders. When will it be alright Walk the streets and you're dressed in black. You tied their hands behind their
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Tommy gun. You ain't happy unless you got one. Tommy gun. Ain't gonna shoot the place up just for fun Maybe he wants to die for the money. Maybe he wants to kill for his country. Whatever he
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Bài hát Tommy Gun - The Clash. Tommy gun. You ain't happy unless you got one. Tommy gun. Ain't gonna shoot the place up just for fun Maybe he wants to die for the money. Maybe he wants to kill
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Heavens above, his mother would say. My Tommy's in love, he's moody all day. He's out of his mind, suspended in time But he tries alibis and he tries to explain, sayin'. Let me go, let me. Let me
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Song Match Box - Carl Perkins. Well I'm sitting here wondering, will a matchbox hold my clothes. Yeah I'm sitting here wondering, will a matchbox hold my clothes. I ain't got no matches, but I got a
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