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Yeah two feets they come a creepin
Like a black cat do
And two bodies are laying naked
Creeper thinks he got nothin to lose
So, he creeps up into this house yeah
And unlocks the door
And as a man s reaching for his trousers,
Shoots him full of thirty-eight holes

It s the Saturday Night Special
Got a barrel that s so blue and cold
Ain t good for nothin
But put a man six feet in the hole

Big Jim s been drinkin whiskey
And playin poker on a losin night
And pretty soon Ol Jim starts a-thinkin
Somebody been cheatin and lyin
So big Jim commence to fightin
I wouldn t tell you no lie
Big Jim done pull his pistol
And shot his friend right between the eyes

It s the Saturday Night Special
Got a barrel that s so blue and cold
Ain t good for nothin
But put a man six feet in the hole

I m gonna tell you what you
Can do with it too
Hand guns are made for killin
They ain t no good for nothin else
And if you like to drink your whiskey
You might even shoot yourself
So why don t we dump them people
To the bottom of the sea
Before some ol fool come around here
Wanna shoot either you or me

It s the Saturday Night Special
Got a barrel that s so blue and cold
Ain t good for nothin
But put a man six feet in the hole

It s the Saturday Night Special
Got a barrel that s so blue and cold
Ain t good for nothin
But put a man six feet in the hole

Saturday Night Special
It s the Saturday Night Special
It s the Saturday Night Special

Baby come over here and taste me
Won t you feel my lips
and take me deeper into your arms
Mesmerising
Way you got my Venus rising
Visualising your skin, melting into mine

Open up, I m coming in
explore original sin...

In an old house in an old street
You found me and a tv
There was no bed, there were no chairs
There was no roof, there were no stairs
Ribbons and leaves and time in a tin
Behind the wall in the kitchen

Life I love you

Got your old cap and tobacco tin
And a torn...

Layin in my bed
Thoughts of you fill me head
Here all alone, won t go to sleep
Coz I havn t heard the telephone

Ring, ring yet?
I ain t gonna sweat
You said you will not, bet cha might

B.I.T.C.H

Beautiful. Intelligent. Talented. Cool. Honey.
I m a B.I.T.C.H!

[Chorus x2:]
I ll be that bitch tonight (I ll show you bitch - bitch!)
Beautiful. Intelligent. Talented. Cool. Honey.
Sure you re right. I m a B.I.T.C.H!!

[Verse 1:]
I got...

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