[Chorus]
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Be my woman tonight
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Just ain't feelin' right
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Be my woman tonight
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Just ain't feelin' right
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[Slug]
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Hey lady, I don't mean to be so forward
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But I got no other choice, soon I'll be across the border
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Tourmode, I'm leavin' in the AM
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But I wanna spend this evening breathing in ya fragrance
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Too long since I've seen my better half
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Sometimes you gotta let go, close your eyes and let it crash
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Road to life is the only one I have to give
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Lonely isn't a strong enough adjective
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To describe all those nights that I've tried to grip tight
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I lack the necessary tools to help me get right
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So take your place as the temporary savior
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While I'm looking at your face like I'll be testing on it later
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I bet you like to fuck, but you love to argue
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Poke a hole into my chest and pull my heart thru
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Up to my room for cigarettes and cartoons
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Or we could sit right here and try to guard these barstools
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I'll take you anyway that I can have you
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Bring along your ethics and your issues and your taboos
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It's not the standard free bird situation
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But your talking to these pieces of a man whose trying to make it
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Thru the puzzles, travels, struggles, battles
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The body pillow pimp trying to snuggle with my shadow
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We could stay proper keep the clothes on, no pressure
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Just hold me and pretend like you've known me forever
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Won't ya..
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[Chorus:]
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Be my woman tonight
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Just ain't feelin' right
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Be my woman tonight
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Just ain't feelin' right
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[Murs]
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Damn, why'd she have to leave right after the show
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All that eyecontact made from the front row
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Them vibes I was getting man I thought it was a go
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Could used that type of company, you just don't know
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I been on the road for like six months straight
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Only two days off between all of them dates
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The hardest working man in the underground game
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Most times I'm too tired to hang around and spit game
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Most nights are the same, shows is just like work
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Leave the stage, stand around, selling merchs and shirts
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Then I peeked her pink skirt out the corner of my eye
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By the exit posted up like a tack looking fly
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I tried to play it cool, but I coudn't pretend
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So I approached hella anxious with a silly ass grin
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She said she dropped off her friends, so we could be alone
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Gave her undivided attention, turned off her phone
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Took me out for pancakes, paid for the dinner
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Then took me to my room, let me watch sports center
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And then we made out, and then we made love
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And then I passed out while I got a backrub
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But in the middle of the night I reached for a second helpin'
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Got a hand full of sheets, I was all by myself an'
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Before you could say: 'Goddamn that sucks'
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Jayberg called, 'Cats van bags'
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FUCK!
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[Chorus: repeat to fade]
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Be my woman tonight
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Just ain't feelin' right
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Be my woman tonight
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Just ain't feelin' right
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Woman Tonight
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Murs |