I've got callous feet
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you fear the wine
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believe me in the morning
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I've done worse things at night
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the colorful language
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feels like my oriental whore
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I've been having her for years
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and the words were like bullshit
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when wine was cheap
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and it ran like ink
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til I found she was an angel
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so I sent her away
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If I can match her disrespect
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she'll come back someday
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I done read about these ladies
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they are so hard to find
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in the meantime I'm off yer wine
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When Wine was Cheap
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Gourds |