In this concrete jungle void of charms
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With take-out porn and car alarms
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No one's bringing armies in to keep the girls from speaking sin
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Der blocks are stacking and the sound of bricks is
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Clacking while the cement mixes
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When the eyes of workmen stop and fix this
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Chick's mouth's full of asterixes
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Guttermouth, she spits on every curb
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and she flips the boys the bird
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and every other word is from the
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Guttermouth, she grabs her crotch in public
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and I guess that they're all stuck with
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The guttermouth, guttermouth
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Guttermouth, guttermouth
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City life is hard to cope with
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Sleazy gropers pushing dope
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Sometimes survivals only hope's
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A mouth that needs a wash with soap
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And water couldn't clean this town
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The seweres run above the ground
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The streets are like a lost and found
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For vagabonds who spew sounds from the gutter
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Guttermouth, mothers disaprove
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Of the vile talk and lewdness
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Miss, stop the filth protruding from that
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Guttermouth, though they try so hard to punish
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The boys all want to run with
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The guttermouth, guttermouth
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Guttermouth, Guttermouth
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She's got tons of DNA
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But all they see is T & A
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A perfect lady looks that way
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Knows what she can and cannot say
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To the bending men who alter their
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Direction as they try to hault her
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Caterwaul as they assault her
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Afterall this can you fault her guttermouth
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Guttermouth, her one serenity
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Is showing her identity
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Ain't in sainthood, but obscenity
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Guttermouth, make her feel bad for her curves
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Then you're gonna get what you deserve
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Straight from the guttermouth
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Guttermouth, guttermouth
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Guttermouth, she spits on every curb
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And she flips the boys the bird
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And every other word is from the
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Guttermouth, says, "If you're gonna walk these blocks,
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Then you better talk the tough talk
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Just like a guttermouth"
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Guttermouth, guttermouth
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Guttermouth
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Bree Sharp |