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This ain't no fooling around. They were the law (Yes, they were the law), And they didn't know fear. The burning keeps me alive. You said that I'm too cold but, never mind.

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Your face is like a coffee pot, Your nose is like a spout, Your mouth is like a fireplace, With all the ashes out. Well, she got choked on a turkey leg. Music by Earle Hagen and Herbert Spencer. Skeppers in the meat was nine foot deep. We will start a family. I got the money on my mind. Flop Eared Mule song lyrics. Oh darling welcome to the game. You ought to get you some sleep. Her lips are all tobacco juice. A place where nobody knows. You make me shiver, I feel so tender, we make a pretty good team Don't get exhausted, I'll do some driving, you ought to get some sleep Get you instructions, follow directions, then you should change your address Maybe tomorrow, maybe the next day, whatever you think is best Burned all my notebooks, what good are notebooks? The biscuits in the oven was a-baking.

Before he runs away. Home for seven days and I haven't even seen your face I guess I've got a flight to change There ain't nothin' left to say. Lyrics by Everett Sloane.