Well I've kicked around a lot since high school I've worked a lot of nowhere gigs From keyboard man in a rock'n ska band To haulin' boss crude in the big rigs Now I've come back home to plan my next move From the comfort of my aunt faye's couch When I see my little cousin janine walk in All I could say was ow-ow-ouch
Chorus: Honey how you've grown Like a rose Well we used to play When we were three How about a kiss for your cousin dupree
She turned my life into a living hell In those little tops and tight capris I pretended to be readin' the national probe As I was watchin' her wax her skis On saturday night she walked in with her date And backs him up against the wall I tumbled off the couch and heard myself sing In a voice I never knew I had before
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I'll teach you everything I know If you teach me how to do that dance Life is short and quid pro quo And what's so strange about a down-home family romance?
One night we're playin' gin by a cracklin' fire And I decided to make my play I said babe with my boyish charm and good looks How can you stand it for one more day She said maybe it's the skeevy look in your eyes Or that your mind has turned to applesauce The dreary architecture of your soul I said - but what is it exactly turns you off?
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