The Tally

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The Tally

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She's so young, she calling me mister Got those eyes just like her sister Hey, we just trying to get by She's so young, she calling me mister Got those eyes just like her sister Hey, we just trying to get by The weather here in the south's getting hotter Don't you come, why even bother? Hey 'cause we're doing fine I got you on the phone Trying to get some play Taking you home, all nights, all days And I say that it's all the same There you go, drawing your curtain On you, I'ma put up a hurting Hey 'cause you're mine She call me boo when she getting frisky I'm shooting the cinnamon whiskey Hey 'cause I'm on fire I got you on the phone Trying to get some play Taking you home, all nights, all days And I say that it's all the same She gonna take your money She gonna take your pride She gonna leave you lonely She's gonna leave your side She gonna take your money She gonna take your pride She gonna leave you lonely She gonna drive you wild There you go out to the tally Feel you up out in the alley Hey, just another night

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