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fiogf49gjkf0d People tell me I’m lucky
I know better than that
They’re getting theirs with gravy
And I’m stuck with the fat
And all those high-speed girls
In their bone tight faces
Taking me to
All the nicest places
Spending my money
And calling me honey
You know what’s funny is
I like that
Some say the living is easy
But that ain’t right
I guess they’ve never been in D.C.
On a Saturday night
I left my home
When I was just fifteen
Sleeping on the beach
Never waking up clean
Me an the seagulls were eating lean
I tried to act mean
But I lost every fight
People tell me I’m lucky
I know better than that
I know better, I know better
I know better, I know better
Than that
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