It's like it always rains when I run my brain,
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The chitter chatter's got me shattered,
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And I feel like I'm scattered now,
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I'm battered,
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Knocked down to the concrete,
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Because of cruising past that parking lot on seventeenth street,
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That's where me and my girl locked in a backseat bliss,
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I can't believe that all this bullshit started up with a kiss,
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It's like all my dreams they turn into a life,
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And now I'm feelin' like I'm sittin' on the edge of a knife!
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Woah now woah hey woah say woah,
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I wanna tell her that I love her but I don't all the time,
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Woah now woah hey woah say woah,
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It's got me drinkin' and I'm thinkin' as I drive through the light,
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Starin' out through the windshield wipers,
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Then it hits me like a shot from the sniper!
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Judy that baby ain't got my eyes,
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I wonder whose eyes they is,
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Yeah,
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Judy that baby ain't got my smile,
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I wonder whose smile that is,
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Yeah¡¦
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Shit had me fool proof,
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But I'm the fool with the proof,
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It's just an urban legend if ya think that you'll be happy,
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The truth is that la vida loca was all about you creepy sneakin',
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Yeah yeah,
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You got me drinkin' yo,
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You got the luscious johnson,
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You got the magic bone,
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Now you don't get no money like the lawyer said on the phone,
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I come to ransack your shack,
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Your suburb,
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Your Cadillac,
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Full custody,
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I'll take it all back!
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Woah now woah hey woah say woah,
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I wanna tell her that I love her but I don't all the time,
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Woah now woah hey woah say woah,
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I got the feelin' that I'm livin' at the scene of a crime,
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Starin' out through the windshield wipers,
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Then it hits me like a shot from the sniper!
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Judy that baby ain't got my eyes,
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I wonder whose eyes they is,
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Yeah,
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Judy that baby ain't got my smile,
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I wonder whose smile that is,
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Yeah¡¦
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It's no use,
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It's no use¡¦
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Woah now woah hey woah say woah,
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I wanna tell her that I love her but I don't all the time,
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Woah now woah hey woah say woah,
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I got the feelin' like I'm livin' at the scene of a crime,
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Woah now woah hey woah say woah,
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I coulda sworn that I was trippin' it was such a surprise,
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Woah now woah hey woah say woah,
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And now my grip is kinda slippin' while my little one cries,
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Starin' out through the windshield wipers,
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Then it hits me like a shot from the sniper!
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Judy that baby ain't got my eyes,
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I wonder whose eyes they is,
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(Those eyes see),
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Yeah,
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Judy that baby ain't got my smile,
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(Ain't got my smile),
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I wonder whose smile that is,
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(I wonder),
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Yeah,
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Judy that baby ain't got my style,
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(That baby),
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(That baby),
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I wonder whose style that is,
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(Woah I wonder),
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Yeah,
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Judy that baby just ain't my child,
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(It ain't my child),
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I wonder whose child that is,
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I know it ain't mine¡¦
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It must be his,
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His his his,
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It must be his,
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Yeah¡¦
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Why Judy
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