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chopper?. No lie say hi to the bad guy *! (Hey guys, where ya headed?). Nowhere, man (Got your licence and registration?). Yeah, hold up, right here (Hey, what's in that box back there?). Nuttin, aah
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That don't make me a bad guy. Don't scar my resume. Don't you give me the black eye. Judging by my day to day. . Easy to love and hard to keep. Let it dance on the wild side. I'm only good as
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That don't make me a bad guy. Don't scar my resume. Don't you give me the black eye. Judging by my day to day. . Easy to love and hard to keep. Let it dance on the wild side. I'm only good as
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sensitive guy. Sticks and stones break my bones. But it's the words that make me cry. Like that time in grade three. When a girl called me Stupid Face. She really hurt me, why'd she call me Stupid Face?. Is
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If I was a guy. I'd get to wear the pants. Making all the decisions. Asking girls to dance yeah yeah. . If I was a guy. I'd be my biggest fan. I'd be the skinny lead singer. In a grunge band
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bad, wish there was somethin' that I had. I'd hook you up, get you through it. You might need a man to hold you 'til it don't. I'm just the guy to do it. . Is that your pretty boy standin' there at
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bad, wish there was somethin' that I had. I'd hook you up, get you through it. You might need a man to hold you 'til it don't. I'm just the guy to do it. . Is that your pretty boy standin' there at
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places you have been without me. Well, I don't really want to know. But I'll stay quiet and then I'll go. And you won't have no cause to think about me There's a guy works down the chip shop swears he's
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Nothing you could say. Can tear me away from my guy. Nothing you could do. 'Cause I'm stuck like glue to my guy. I'm stickin' to my guy. Like a stamp to a letter. Like the birds of a feather
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Nothing you could say. Can tear me away from my guy. Nothing you could do. 'Cause I'm stuck like glue to my guy. I'm stickin' to my guy. Like a stamp to a letter. Like the birds of a feather
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Nothing you could say. Can tear me away from my guy. Nothing you could do. 'Cause I'm stuck like glue to my guy. I'm stickin' to my guy. Like a stamp to a letter. Like the birds of a feather
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Nothing you can say, can tear me away. From my guy. Nothing you could do, cause I'm stuck like glue. To my guy. . I'm sticking to my guy, like a stamp to a letter. Like birds of a feather, we
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Nothing you can say, can tear me away. From my guy. Nothing you could do, cause I'm stuck like glue. To my guy. . I'm sticking to my guy, like a stamp to a letter. Like birds of a feather, we
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Nothing you can say, can tear me away. From my guy. Nothing you could do, cause I'm stuck like glue. To my guy. . I'm sticking to my guy, like a stamp to a letter. Like birds of a feather, we
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Oh my Jamaican guy, my Jamaican guy. My Jamaican guy, oh my Jamaican guy Take a toke from the smoke. Never standin' by the door. Just stretchin' out pan de floor. That way him don't fall over
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Oh my Jamaican guy, my Jamaican guy. My Jamaican guy, oh my Jamaican guy Take a toke from the smoke. Never standin' by the door. Just stretchin' out pan de floor. That way him don't fall over
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Sweet in winter, sweet in rain. "Shake well before use," she said. You never touch me anymore this way. Connector in, receiver out. You let me in through the back door Ride the sainted rhythms. O
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