This next one goes out
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To all the depressed women in the house
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Whether you're taking the prozac the zanac or the paxil
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Whatever the hell they put into that capsule
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I want y'all to come up to the front of the stage
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Grab me A shot of something along the way
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Put A smile on the front of your head
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Got A thing for the women that dont love themself
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So either loosen up your hair or tighten up your belt
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This time, this time is A good time
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Good times
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Got A thing for the women that dont love themself
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So either loosen up your hair or tighten up your belt
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And this town, this town, is A good town
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A good time. A good time
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You know while she's sitting by the window, she's waiting for her prince to come
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And here I am on the opposite side of the room trying to pretend that I'm not that dumb
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It goes older told and full of cold, but did I mention that it's well deserved
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No let's make A mess, no let's make A baby, no let's make some hell on earth
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Do you mind if I turn out the lights, if I'm going to be alone I'd rather do it in the dark
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So I stare at half of A beer half wishing that the transmission would stay in par
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She keeps the music down, so her neighbors don't complain
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Keeps the drama up, so she doesn't forget the pain
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I keep my ? inside the reaction
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And hide my pride inside of my laughter
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It goes
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[CHORUS]
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And I'll never forget the day you woke up
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To find A whole different world underneath your socks
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Forgot to check your pockets before you the checked the cost
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Yes man, I saw the sign, no man I couldn't stop
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Drop off, now look who got water on the lawn
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Whatever it takes to calm your tongue
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If this livingroom fills with anymore fuss
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I'm going to cut my finger, I'm going to paint these walls
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If anybody watched us
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They probably called the cops, cause
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Its obvious that neither one of us can adjust
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Discussion becomes disgust
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? the lady I thought she would save me from the bumrush
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Enough is enough, but how much is too much
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Why am I still just A sheep to your touch
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Why can't I ever fall asleep at dusk
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Why do I need to see everything crushed
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It's A big map girl, it's yours if you asked
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If it dont wash up to the shore you wont discover it
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Stand to get hotter then your head with that other shit
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Swallow it to chase to follow the suffering
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But I'm still smiling, still up to no great
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Still trying to relocate
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Somewhere I'm going to find some work that matters
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Til then all you get is my smirk and my laughter
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It goes
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[CHORUS]
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Good Times (Sick Pimpin')
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