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help you through the front door Bukake, filming, anal play And then be on your way We got doorway of girls We got doorway of girls Tidy bush, unshaven
then From the simple unshaven cavemen Who once roamed the verdant fields and acrid plains Searching not for meaning, but a means to an end And an ending
I sense a bulge below the waste An adam's apple, an unshaven face You're across the street and you're buying beers Thank god I wore my rabbit ears
is kept in the can Benjamin Franklin is missing in action An MIA chained to a chain reaction He's unshaven, unfed, and unkept hair Prisoner of War
I would give you anything if it meant you would Kiss me on my unshaven face Fingertips are all I'm not afraid to show you I need you to find them
me That same cynical, doubtful, unshaven, dirty look Unshaven, dirty, look I don't know what's wrong with me I've been trying to figure it out for
or You come from Tower Hill One blood, one blood, one blood I was rollin', showin my age, unshaven Rugged with my Timberland boots that paid I walk
or You come from Tower Hill One blood, one blood, one blood I was rollin', showin my age, unshaven Rugged with my Timberland boots that paid I walk
doesn't show You know, you've let yourself go You never care the way you dress You stay unshaven, you look a mess The smallest thing is too much to do
are professional ashes of roses This kerosene's live You settled your score This is where you come to beg, unborn and unshaven Killing fields of fire
Thrown in together by life's crazy whims That pepper and salt like their unshaven chins CHORUS: Harry and Joe lean to and fro They lean on each other
unshaven messy scrubs Rippin' 40-bottles like the fuckin' Pepsi clubs Down a fifth, crack open a six I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now I gotta take a piss
in unshaven rooms in underwear Burning their money in Wastebaskets and listening To the Terror through the wall Who got busted in their pubic Beards
You never care the way you dress You stay unshaven, you look a mess The smallest thing is too much to do I even hold the door for you And every rose
village Passing through our village with young soldiers ill at ease. Unsmiling and unshaven, distrustful and uncertain Distrustful and uncertain, and all
and best dress for travelling And me in my work clothes, unshaven and plain, Oh, I fully intended to put in the half day, But my good intentions went with
see Walter Hartright he is a very changed Man: his clothes are shabby He is unshaven he is not down and out But he is close to it He walks aimlessly
You’ll know when romance is dead Your make up in a toolbox somewhere in the shed His face is unshaven, the grass overgrown From the shed to the bed
unshaven legs But a beauty you could not face And who am I to say that a beauty goes away When she smokes the sensi day after day My integrity does not
very, very old He doesn't do much now, just sits by the window light His hair is so long and his unshaven face so white His heart feels a part
on purpose I'm lower than life, living like it's the last day Eyes gone out and hard like an ashtray Dog won't play with me I'm smelly and unshaven Walkin in
of California, the highway high Noise, narcotics, and the New York night An unshaven shaman shaking down the day And all manner of madness standing in my way
Feels he's sinking in the murk He's unshaven and a mess Finds it hard some days to dress Stevie smashed the delf 'Cause he can't express himself He's
know all about this song The words were by an English guy The music's Scandinavian Wenceslas was five-foot-six He kept his face unshaven Though
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