Seems like in every hip conversation honey People brag about where they all come from Seems like in every hip conversation, woman I just end up sucking on my thumb Lord I'm just a I'm just a pauper, I been raised in a trailer park yeah, Ain't got that much honey to brag about I just drinkin' all alone in the dark I said bring it on up To my room woman I can't carry this load alone
Well I don't need none of that phony moaning woman No, I don't need it to get it on honey No, take off your wig darlin' now Throw away those pills now woman No, highway we're gonna roll
Ah, you know that good king lovin' gonna make it All right now honey, no, Ah woman we--we're gonna' turn the tide around Talk about tongue to tongue, woman
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