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temptation doesn't tempt the tortured, my apple rotted in the old man's orchard, what the hell, that summer was a scorcher, i ain't that hard to please, no compromise that i can't fake, no indecision i can't make, i talk like a junkie but i pray like a saint, down here on my knees, show me what it is you got, tell me what it is you want, tell me what it is, don't cramp my style, but i move a little closer, don't look back, this thing ain't over, a roll in the hay, with a four-leafed clover, we all get lucky sometime, fly out straight as a tijuana arrow, skip the bones and pass the marrow, jimmy don't need no pink sombrero, the weather here suits me fine, show me what it is you got, tell me what it is you want, tell me what it is, i'm too slow for chess, you're too square for speed, we're both too far gone, to know what that means, you got a dirty little mouth, i got a sailor's smile, a bucket of swagger, but not a drop of style

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Artist: jace everett