Theyre Running In Packs On A Saturday Night they Got Their Own Bark And They Got Their Own Bite waiting In Line I Cant Wait No More, No slip Right In You Get Kicked Out The Back Door
i Dont Know if Its Possible To Tame One i Dont Know if Shell Follow Me Home i Dont Know what It Is About Her
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they Got A Sick Sense They Know Why Youre Here they Can Smell The Fear Through The Smoke And The Beer theyre A Vicious Breed And They Just Dont Care you Think Youre In But Youre Going Nowhere
i Dont Know if Its Safe To Pet One i Dont Know if Shell Go For My Throat i Dont Know what It Is About Them
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