I ain`t got no inclination give away my sweet sensation sleepin in an old toolshed scumbag cryin` on his pillow
when you wanna be with me, then we will see who`s fuckin` with my head hey hey hey hey fuckin` with my head hey hey hey hey
found myself in New Orleans with a scarecrow in my jeans beat my forehead through the ceilin` drank my coffee with a hubcap...yeah
when you want to be with me, then we will see who`s fuckin` with my head no no no no fuckin` with my head hey hey hey hey
devil`s got your pantyhose on his head oh yeah, and he`s robbin` me but all I got is cornbread well, you turn my body into a crutch and now I`m limpin` all over when I feel your touch...oh yeah Oooh... Oooh...rode up on my check-out boots runnin` wild on the bayou now talkin` on a walkie-talkie credit card glued to my hand...feels good
when you wanna be with me, then we will see who`s fuckin` with my head hey hey hey hey no no no no fuckin` with my head make me feel like an asshole I ain`t got no soul I ain`t got no soul no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no
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