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| beating the lilies with blue eyes |
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rabbit's foot she was born up north
where the rain falls too hard
don't ask her about it
she'll take you out into the yard
it's almost 4 in the morning
wonder what she's doing now
there's dishes piled up in the sink
she must be around anyhow
baby saw another man just last night
she talked and laughed with him
she forgot all about me
that girl's no good, she's full of sin
mid morning, cold coffee on the pot
lady left the house before I woke
put on too much perfume
she must think I'm some sorta joke
I'm wearing my wayfarer shades
rubbing my lucky rabbit's foot
I'm smoking a cigarette
thinking about everything she took
she's headed down south
where the fire falls from the sky
don't say nothing about it
you can kiss that girl goodbye |
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