Porches- Strapping Young Weirdos
[Intro]
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Well, I see the townies holding hands,
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While the strapping young weirdo stands in the street,
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His heart breaking with every breeze,
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And she liked the way her breasts fell asleep,
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In the soft dress that her momma made on the beach,
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She admired his tan, oh,
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And even when the rain spit,
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Those lovers just stripped on a tree branch,
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Just getting their fix on the leaves, man,
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Well, I hope she never leaves him,
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Oh, oh,
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And I was pressed on the bedroom floor,
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To a warm face, my lips upon yours in your dreams, girl,
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May you be in mine, too,
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And I thought she gave me the universe,
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In a flaming, pumpkin herse,
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and on the strip honey, well, we look good cruising slow,
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Oh, oh,
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