(Cummings-Bachman)
Tell your city slicking' cousin
Lay that peppermint twister down
She's been shakin' up my biscuits
Draggin' my feet all over town
There's some bacon in the kitchen
And a clean towel behind the door
Yes I'll meet you at the warehouse
Then I'll never see you no more
And it's too much for me
All that lovin' for one man
Yeah she's too much for me
But I'll do the best I can
She used to call me
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