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I can’t help my feelings, I’ll go out of my mind
These players come to get me ’cause they’d like my behind
I can’t love my business if I can’t get a trick
Down on santa monica where tricks are for kids
Oh, come on and kick me
Oh, come on and kick me
Come on and kick me
You’ve got your problems
I’ve got my ass wipe
You’ve got your big cheese
I’ve got my hash pipe
I can’t help my boogies they get out of control
I know that you don’t care but I want you to know
The knee-stocking flavor is a favorite treat
Of men that don’t bother with the taste of a teat
Oh, come on and kick me
Oh, come on and kick me
Come on and kick me
You’ve got your problems
I’ve got my ass wipe
You’ve got your big cheese
I’ve got my hash pipe
I’ve got my hash pipe
Oh, come on and kick me
Oh, come on and kick me
Come on and kick me
You’ve got your problems
I’ve got my ass wipe
You’ve got your big cheese
I’ve got my hash pipe
I’ve got my hash pipe
I’ve got my hash pipe
I’ve got my hash pipe
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