fusion rock
mc maguire sam sinanan
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I get a phone call, a bartender,
you've passed out, face down on the floor,
by the time I get there, you're yelling play'Misty',
arms wrapped around some big, fat whore.
your mama was heartless,
your daddy, never there. Chorus
Where ever you lead me, I'll follow,
you seed me, I'll swallow,
however you want me, I'll be that,
I'll bend down, you can make me your doormat.
Just last weekend, the lounge player,
he slapped you with a restrainingorder
you picked a fight with all the bouncers,
they left you like pulp in the dumpster. Chorus
you're yelling at the waitress,
then your weeping in your hands
or you've fallen at a strip club,
and you're stuck between the toilets,
or your eyes roll back and you're drooling, and the dancer's on your lap gyrating. Chorus
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