Tattoos in Mayberry

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I don't know why,
she makes me feel so good,
Hurts me real fine,
with them sheep dipped cigarettes,
Boone's Farm bottles of wine.
I try to quit her yes, I do.
But,all I get is a junkie's flu...

I've looked up in the sky,
and wondered why oh, why
She done me dirty in the hood,
like  I knew she would.

Still, she's my fine hooky hooky hookup.
She got me all shooky, shooky, shook up.
She's one hot cookie, cookie, cookup.
She's my li'l crackhead hooker.
Cookie  lookie hookup.
She'll take you 
for her short ride.
Smoke up all your money,
run off with your pride.
Rip all reason from your mind.
She's a wizard
at robbing bad boys blind.
The best in the business 
tried turning her tide.
Dope man puppet master
pulls her strings 
Holds the skeleton key
to pluck her wings.
Base ain't free,
but, it makes her sing.
Her body's ripe
low ridin; the pipe,
paradise lost,
lust for sale,
at half the cost
crackhead hooker.

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Buddy Bee Anthony


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