Mary heard boys talking in voices low Said she weren't no spring chicken Like she didn't already know So she called up jack from a few years back She turned him down once in his one room shack She said now baby, you don't look that bad
Spivy leaks was a drip of a man He looked like a potato shoved into jeans He recollects it wasn't that long ago That he could walk by Make the young girls scream But he thought he'd just let it all slide Let it all pass Cuz he thought love was best on the run He said now baby, it don't seem that fun
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Bridge: Hey there honeybee Will you give me...sugar? And if you shake real cute I might give you some sugar I was doin' alright on my own Now I might just take you home sugar
Sister mary used to be a nun She thought that she'd retire and have her some fun Mr. joe of the philadelphia joes Well he walked in the post office one night He said hey sweetheart, you know you look alright
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