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MI RE LA MI RE LA
I ain't got no inclination
MI RE LA MI RE LA
Give away my sweet sensation
MI RE LA MI RE LA
Sleepin in an old toolshed
MI RE LA MI RE LA
Scumbag cryin on his pillow
Chorus
RE LA SOL RE MI MI RE LA
When you wanna be with me then we will see who's fuckin with my head
Found myself in New Orleans
With a scarecrow in my jeans
Beat my forehead through the ceiling
Drank my coffee with a hubcap
Float upon my checkout boots
Floating by you on the bayou
Now talkin on a walkie talkie
[?] cop a little to my hand
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