If you're gonna beat around the bush, use a club
If you're gonna finger the dust,
take your hand out of that white glove
Don't skirt the issue,
win-win now,
she looks better in pants
Here,
use my knife,
I do believe You've got something to lose
You're never gonna find the needle if you don't lay down in the hay
Now put your shoes back on and crush those eggshells,
cause they're in my way
Stop looking back in the hopes you're gonna turn into salt
Take your finger out of your mouth,
cause I need some help pointing out your good faults
Exit if you will and I'd be much obliged
Swallow that pill and stop your watering eyes
Much obliged,
much obliged,
much obliged
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