.She looked like a corpse on my front porch
Clutching the spawn of her latest divorce, saying
Let's get the baby high
Oh little pig, little pig, let me in
I've traded food stamps for a bottle a' gin
C'mon, let's get the baby high
For someone like you to get custody
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