.It looks everywhere I go always get myself in trouble
Cause the girls I pick on ain't the saintest kind
And I wind up running barefoot to hell and think of clover>
Cause the neck I value most of all is mine
That's why I left the blue shirt hanging on the bed post in Seattle
M.
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