| I’m in a bar fulla' bikers and a handfulla' junkies
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| And there’s a 50−50 chance that they’re planina' jump me
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| Anybody drinking here is lucky justa' leave here alive!
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| OH! |
| Well my favourite little waitress has a holda' my eye
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| But there’s a shotgun loaded hidden unda' the bar
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| Her finga’s on the trigger, if anybody gets outta' line!
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| There’s otha' places that are betta' to go
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| But I’m addicted to tha' red light show
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| Feel like a King and she’s my ace in the hole
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| And I can’t get enough of the things that she does!
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| She’s gunna' be, my, midnight queen
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| Lock 'n' load and I’m ready to go!
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| She’s gunna' lick, my, pistol clean
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| She’s gotta' holda' me and ain’t lettin' go!
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| And I can’t get enough of the things that she does!
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| Well she walks like’a model and she talks like’a trucker
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| Doesn’t wanna' lollipop but she sure loves a s*cker
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| They’re closin' in around her, I’m cuttin' to the front of the line!
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| She’s got the bottle of Tequila and’a lime for her lips
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| Laid her body on the bar and put the salt on her hips
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| I was lyin' when I told her that I’m only gunna' lick her tonight!
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| There’s otha' places that are betta' to go
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| But I’m addicted to tha' red light show
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| Feel like a King and she’s my ace in the hole
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| And I can’t get enough of the things that she does!
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| She’s gunna' be, my, midnight queen
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| Lock 'n' load and I’m ready to go!
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| She’s gunna' lick, my, pistol clean
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| She’s gotta' holda' me and ain’t lettin' go!
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| She’s gunna' be, my, sex machine
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| And I can never get her under control
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| She’s gunna' climb, all, over me
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| I’m like a pony in my own rodeo
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| And I can’t get enough of the things that she does!
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| And I can’t get enough of the things that she does!
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| She’s gunna' be, my, midnight queen
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| Lock 'n' load and I’m ready to go!
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| She’s gunna' lick, my, pistol clean
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| She’s gotta' holda' me and ain’t lettin' go!
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| She’s gunna' be, my, sex machine
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| And I can never get her under control
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| She’s gunna' climb, all, over me
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| I’m like a pony in my own rodeo
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| And I can’t get enough of the things that she does! |