We're running out of karma and here's mud in your eye

I guess it's you

I'm gonna love you till you die

I got em candy-coated

And I wear it with pride

I guess it's you

You're gonna take me for a ride

I'm gonna make you howl like a trailer-park wife

On the first day of her new life

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She's a big, big brider

Got the devil inside her

Burn a hole

Right through my jeans

Hotter than a meth lab fire

She'll change your boiler

Kick your tires

[?] frayed wires

[?] It's such a beautiful position

[?] Got electrical vibes

Be the tequila to my lime

I'll be the mirror to your blind

Let's chop it up

I don't need no cook

Got an interchangeable knife

Yeah

We're moving through the motions of a heart-shaped lie

I guess it's you (I guess it's you)

I guess it's you who gonna cry

If you wanna make a baby, rip it out of your side

I guess it's you (I guess it's you)

You gonna spread 'em open wide

She's a rollin' pin momma and a rational wife

Man, it's such an interesting life

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Hey!

Yeah, I know that girl

What I might be lacking in class

Make up for in ass

Trash-talking while I'm flying

Down the interstate fast

With original sin

Dances on my lips when I talk

Got a shotgun rack

In the back of my truck

Pull the shift full into first

It's all ready to burst

And the second, easy neckin'

Go into third, into fourth

Ooh!

Ooh

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