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Hold It Back
04:01
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HOLD IT BACK
Watching ladies ‘til a quarter to nine
You’re heading out and you’re missing the signs
Striking out until a half past midnight
Rub one out and fall asleep just in time
Wake up wet at a quarter to three
Change your pants and you turn on the TV
Turn on the lights and you open the blinds
It’s not a quirk it’s just a sign of the times
These ain’t no body punches
Ignore your twisted hunches
Hey Mister -
Is that a twelve incher?
Hey Misses -
Did I call you sister?
So hold it back, man
Or throw it back, man
Before, someone knows
So hold it back, man
Or throw it back, man
That’s how, the story goes
Hey lady,
I’m not ready
Hold my hand down
Keep it steady
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MODERN LOVER
I wanna spit in your face
While you stare into space
I wanna change your race
Why? Just in case
The fall guy remembers Mr. September
They won’t find a trace
Because I won’t leave any waste
I work at an even pace
With a nice, poppin’ bass
The fall guy remembers Mr. September
I’m a modern lover of the highest order
I’ll take one last taste
While I’m rounding third base
There ain’t no second place
Because you know I’m the ace
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Forget Religion
02:37
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FORGET RELIGION
I met this guy out in LA
His teeth were white his hair was grey
He said he had something to say
But then he turned and ran away
I’m the finalist
A new age nihilist
I met this girl in St. Pete
Calmly waiting for the fleet
Her sundress smelled like mesquite
She showed me how to beat the heat
It’s molecular
To embrace the secular, now
Forget religion and believe in me
I met this kid in Buffalo
His hat was high his pants were low
He said he knew where to go
We could all score some blow
‘tween the church and station
We need some separation
Forget religion and believe in me
‘tween the church and station
We need some separation
We need some separation
We need some separation
We need some separation
We need some separation
Forget religion and believe in me
Forget religion and believe in me
Forget religion and believe in me
Forget religion and believe in me
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4. |
Red Dress
03:14
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RED DRESS
Don’t wear that red dress — I insist
When you wear that red dress — I can’t resist
Take a second look at yourself, toe-to-head
you better not be covered in red
Don’t wear them red shoes — I advise
Don’t wear them red shoes — not near my eyes
Take a second look at yourself toe-to-head
you better not, be covered in red
You better TAKE THAT red dress off
Don’t wear them red gloves — they’re just too much
Don’t wear them red gloves — with silken touch
Take a second look at yourself, toe to head
you better not, be covered in red
You better TAKE THAT red dress off
’cuz my hands, they gotta mind, of their own
Well girl, I know you look pretty
I know you got lots of clothes
All those times in the city
you’re wearing a shade of rose
But you don’t listen, you don’t listen
You say your wardrobe, now it’s gone missing, so,
go ahead and wear that red dress tonight
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