Another girl they call Britney
Johnny sits and mans the phones
From the corner he'll come get you
She wakes in the cold grey dawn
Football games make me yawn
Cellophone and stomach aches
Pillow talk and perfume breaks
A married man with an estate
A hairdresser that swears he's straight
Her alimony's once a month
She beats the kid he plays the drums
And oh oh oh life goes by
With your Mardi gras high
And your tenderloin low
Second hand blues and money to blow
When you get tired and arrested
There's something you should know
At least he's going home
The undercover makes the bust
But not before he gets a touch
While good ones copy great ones steal
The rest of us we almost feel
And oh oh life goes by
With your Mardi gras high
And your tenderloin low
Second hand blues and money to blow
When you get tired and arrested
There's somewhere you can go
Between the blue and gold
He's gonna get a pension
Eleven years go to
The world's oldest profession
Ain't never gonna fold
With fortunes being told
With your Mardi gras high
And your tenderloin low
Second hand blues and money to blow
When you get tired and arrested
There's something you should know
You're always in my soul
Calls him daddy calls him man Another girl they call Britney Johnny sits and mans the phones From the corner he'll come get you She wakes in the cold grey dawn Football games make me yawn Cellophone and stomach aches Pillow talk and perfume breaks A married man with an estate A hairdresser that swears he's straight Her alimony's once a month She beats the kid he plays the drums And oh oh oh life goes by With your Mardi gras high And your tenderloin low Second hand blues and money to blow When you get tired and arrested There's something you should know At least he's going home The undercover makes the bust But not before he gets a touch While good ones copy great ones steal The rest of us we almost feel And oh oh life goes by With your Mardi gras high And your tenderloin low Second hand blues and money to blow When you get tired and arrested There's somewhere you can go Between the blue and gold He's gonna get a pension Eleven years go to The world's oldest profession Ain't never gonna fold With fortunes being told With your Mardi gras high And your tenderloin low Second hand blues and money to blow When you get tired and arrested There's something you should know You're always in my soul Explain Request ×
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