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Everyone to be servin' for Satan, guess I will too
What a joke, you me laugh till I turn blue

Anyone tale goes out to what a manly lookin' crew
I don't think I'll my hair, I'd rather sit here teasing you

your eyes, my snakes down on the floor
Out you go and in one hundred more

I seem to lost my cowboy boots with green fringe runnin' down the
My soul machine has made me green 'cause my jeans didn't out tight

And all these ruins I turn for you, you keep my alive
Your smile weighs the miles and your kiss makes it worth the ride

Close your eyes, my snakes on the floor
Out you go and in come one hundred