Lyrics:

We're running out of karma and here's mud in your eye
I guess it's you
I'm gonna love you till you die
I got em candy-coated
And I wear it with pride
I guess it's you
You're gonna take me for a ride
I'm gonna make you howl like a trailer-park wife
On the first day of her new life
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She's a big, big brider
Got the devil inside her
Burn a hole
Right through my jeans
Hotter than a meth lab fire
She'll change your boiler
Kick your tires
frayed wires
It's such a beautiful position
Got electrical vibes
Be the tequila to my lime
I'll be the mirror to your blind
Let's chop it up
I don't need no cook
Got an interchangeable knife
Yeah

We're moving through the motions of a heart-shaped lie
I guess it's you (I guess it's you)
I guess it's you who gonna cry
If you wanna make a baby, rip it out of your side
I guess it's you (I guess it's you)
You gonna spread 'em open wide
She's a rollin' pin momma and a rational wife
Man, it's such an interesting life
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Hey!
Yeah, I know that girl
What I might be lacking in class
Make up for in ass
Trash-talking while I'm flying
Down the interstate fast
With original sin
Dances on my lips when I talk
Got a shotgun rack
In the back of my truck
Pull the shift full into first
It's all ready to burst
And the second, easy neckin'
Go into third, into fourth
Ooh!

Ooh
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Interchangeable knife