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Humble Pie
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A Nifty Little Number Like You
You smell like a field Cow-shirt in midsummer sun I must have been mad But I gave you all the bread that I had Your mother's a freak She made me weak in my knees You're under her thumb Why don't you pack your bags and run Isn't it sad I pity you now I'm not there I hope you pull through But you're locked in your social zoo I tried to re-arrange your head And show you where you were But you were too sick Then your mother bust her guf And tried to make me think like her Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com But I was too quick You thought I was hooked Showing me off to your friends Wearing me like a badge Was the only kick you ever had Please shave your legs Put down that horse and behave I seen it before I ain't never gonna see it no more You whole domestick scene And the way your life was run Made me so sick That a nifty little number like you Could show anyone a few tricks
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