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| Caught a lite sneeze caught a lite breeze caught a lightweight lightningseed boys on my left side boys on my right side boys in the middle and you're not here I need a big loan from the girl zone building tumbling down didn't know our love was so small couldn't stand at all Mr St. John just bring your son the spire is hot and my cells can't feed and you still got that Belle dragging your foots I'm hiding it well Sister Ernestine but I still got that Belle dragging my foots right on time you get closer and closer called my name but there's no way in use that fame rent your wife and kids today maybe she will maybe she will caught a lite sneeze dreamed a little dream made my own pretty hate machine boys on my left side boys on my right side boys in the middle and you're not here boys in their dresses and you're not here I need a big loan from the girl zone |
| Little Amsterdam In a southern town hominy get it on the plate girl Momma keep your head down Momma it wasn't my bullet don't take me back to the Range I'm just comin out of the cell in my brain cause girl you got to know these days which side your on Momma got shit she loved a brown man then she built a bridge in the Sheriff's bed she'd do anything to save her man you see her olives are cold pressed and her best friend is a sun dress but Momma it wasn't my bullet round and a round and a round I go round and a round this time for keeps Father only you can save my soul and playing that organ must count for something girl you got to know these days which side your on Little Amsterdam shut down today they buried her with a butter bean boquet and the Sheriff now can't ride away like he said into the sunset and I won't say he shouldna paid but Momma it wasn't my bullet |