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Twenty-five the season off dope
Three sheets to the wind like a clothes line rope
He's a spider on the web
She's a tiny woman, he could sense
Her developing body was just the beginning
She said is anybody out there
She was bruised like a cherry
Ripe as a peach
How could he have known
That she was only fifteen
And she came to him like a tick on the noose
Little blue eyed soul for his black and blues
T's a new move for the likes of me
Our skin is like grass
Let's smoke it real fast
Is anybody out there?
He was deep like a grave yard wide like TV
And how could he have known
That she'd be down for almost anything
But she was only, only, only fifteen
My oh my you pretty thing
It's about that time
For us to leave
Does your daddy have a shot gun?
He was deep like a graveyard
She was ripe like a peach
And how could he have known?
That she was only fifteen
She was only, only, only fifteen
She was only, only, only fifteen
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She was only, only, only fifteen
She was only, only, only fifteen
That she was only fifteen
And how could he have known?
She was ripe like a peach
He was deep like a graveyard
Does your daddy have a shot gun?
For us to leave
It's about that time
My oh my you pretty thing
But she was only, only, only fifteen
That she'd be down for almost anything
And how could he have known
He was deep like a grave yard wide like TV
Is anybody out there?
Let's smoke it real fast
Our skin is like grass
T's a new move for the likes of me
Little blue eyed soul for his black and blues
And she came to him like a tick on the noose
That she was only fifteen
How could he have known
Ripe as a peach
She was bruised like a cherry
She said is anybody out there
Her developing body was just the beginning
She's a tiny woman, he could sense
He's a spider on the web
Three sheets to the wind like a clothes line rope
Twenty-five the season off dope
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