| I hear the click-clack of your feet on the stairs
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| I know you’re no scare-eyed honey
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| There’ll be a feast if you just come upstairs
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| This ain’t no hanging matter
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| No, this ain’t no capital crime
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| Ya I can see that you’re just fifteen years old
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| But I don’t want your I.D.
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| Ya I can see that you’re so far from home
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| This ain’t no hanging matter,
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| No it ain’t no capital crime
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| Oh yeah, you’re a stray stray cat
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| Oh yeah, you’re a stray stray cat
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| Oh yeah, you’re a stray stray cat
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| I bet your momma never saw you fight like that
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| I bet your momma never saw you scratch my back
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| You like to get yourself those _____ from home
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| But I know you miss your mother
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| You look so scared out of my man made bed
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| This ain’t no hanging matter
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| No, this ain’t no capital crime
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| (Chorus)
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| I bet your momma never heard you spit like that
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| I bet your momma never saw you scratch my back
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| I see your girlfriend and she’s wilder than you
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| Why don’t you bring her upstairs
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| She’s wild enough that she can join in too
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| This ain’t no hanging matter
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| No, this ain’t no capital crime
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| (Chorus)
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| I bet your momma never saw you fight like that
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| I bet your momma never saw you scratch my back
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| I bet your momma never saw you
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| I bet your momma never heard you spit like that
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| I bet your momma never told you
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| I bet your momma never told you
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| I bet your momma never told you you scratch like that
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| Oh yeah, Oh yeah |