Said i don't smoke crack but I'll lick the split. Hit it from the back and make it drip. Tell her all of that and whatchya get? A girl who don't expect much but a hit n' quit. Now open up, show another "here's my heart." Let 'em see who you really are from the start. Look in her eyes, try to make her believe. Then, she calls you a bitch as she turns and leaves. Soul feels like it ain't worth a buck, but you're still spinnin that wheel hollering "press your luck." Then your number hits, lights flash, you think you won. Runnin' around to all your friends sayin "she's the one." Meanwhile, she's tuggin' strings just havin' fun. Go ahead puppet, dance, it'll make her smile. Just a jester in her court all the while. Follow her on and on a thousand miles. Then she says it's over and leaves with him. You're forced to start over again, in a scary place far away you've never been.
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