my girl, my girl, don't lie to me
tell me where did you sleep last night
in the pines, in the pines
where the sun don't ever shine
i would shiver the whole night through
my girl, my girl, where will you go
i'm going where the cold wind blows..
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i spit crack in the mold
and i resent growing old
smoking up and...
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-You're Purdy,
Pana