Got your little secret, no I will not tell.
You're trying to sober up in the highway motel,
And my hands are covered with your smell.
You begged me to stay and sing you a song,
I dance dirty for you cuz it turns you on.
And I'm a little bleeder with white pants on.

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And if you weren't so old, I'd probably keep you.
If you weren't so old, I'd tell my friends.
But I don't think your wife would like my friends.

I've got a hit for everyday of the week.
I gave you something of mine that was so sweet,
And I've been holding on to it since I was sixteen.
You call me Danny and I call you Mable,
You passed out so I flicked through cable,
And I stole your gold watch off the bed-side table.

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