Tattoos in Mayberry

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I don't know why,
she make me feel so good, hurt me real fine,
with them sheep dipped cigarettes,
Boone's Farm bottles of wine.
I've tried leavin her, it's true.
But,when I'm gone, I get a junkies flu.

I look up in the sky, and wonder why, why why,
She done me dirty in the hood,
as I knew she would.
Still, she's one fine hooky hooky hookup.
Get me all shooky, shooky, shook up.
One real hot cookie, cookie, cookup.
She's my li'l crackhead hooker.
Hookie Shooky Cookup.
She'll take you long
on her short ride.
Smoke up all your money,
run off with your pride.
Rip all reason from your mind.
A wizard at robbin' bad boys blind.
The best in the business tried turning her tide.
Dope man  puppeteer
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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