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| Written by Phil Pritchett: Tougher Than the Rest (3:54) Cool and Unusual Punishment (4:26) She's got a face That knows no concept of fear Even criminals and ne�er do wells Vanish each time she appears She's got a reputation as somebody who knows how To get things done She's got a habit of picking up red hot pots and pans With her bare hands just for fun She doesn't care about all of the every day stresses She�s a bag of nails beneath her colorful dresses �she's Chorus Tougher than the rest (much tougher) Tougher than the rest (much tougher) A little hardship brings out her best Ah fever! I'm at a hundred and five degrees I got the sweats and shakes and the pain In my neck, back and in my knees And any diagnosis will show that psychosis Is the cause of my grief But she's the one who fills me up with all of the Strength, hope and belief She doesn't care about the things that make us worry She can run around at speeds and never hurry �she's Chorus The spirit in her is holy She drinks her beer slowly She lights the candles in her room With the strike of a match The band helps me say it (say it) My guitar helps me play it (play it) Keep the bass lowdown and stay on the hi-hat For God's sake! Chorus |
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