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extra kool - you don't own me lyrics

[verse 1:]
she had soft skin, red hair and pretty freckled thighs. the trophy wife grabbed my hand saw depression in my eyes.
but now the dreams over, time for work, i’ll hit the shower, drag the soap across the body stand in place for half an hour.
run the hand across the head, put the pants on quickly, garb the socks and tie my shoes before i step into the city.
flip a penny to the hippies begging for some spar change, it’s kind of hot for long sleeves let the people think i’m
strange. man i love the west side, garbage heaps and concrete, little kids with no clothes and dirty hands run the streets,
man it already starts to pop, scratch the train i think i’ll walk, the crack heads start early, god d-mn it’s 9 o’clock,
now i got 15 minutes to make a 30 minute jog, i got a chest of heavy lungs from breathing denver’s smog. saw some lady kick
her dog on the corner of 6th and broadway, somebody slap that b-tch and toss her -ss where the cars play.
i’ve gone a long way past the mayan and p-rn shops, take a left on alameda, watch the b-ms dodge the cops, man i’d kill for an
otter pop, solider on past mickey d’s, smile soft to the crowd of people as they clog there arteries. twist and shout, here i am
only 20 minuets late, cool off and clock in, now gone to lose some weight, they pay my checks d-mn straight, when i’m hungry, lost
or lonely, but a job is just a job, as i say…

[verse 2:]
a yo the shifts over, clock out, it’s time to hit the streets, mowzy on a couple blocks, meet my girl it’s time to eat, watch our
feet pound the street, as we step to blue bonnet, eat our food and pay the bill, now we’re off to sit at sonic, get myself a cold
treat, it’s all love, we’ll share a spoon, between us we finish quickly, now i’m off for cartoons, give my love and trade kisses,
now i’m off to catch the train, watch the sky turn black, let my head feel the rain, man, i know it sounds strange, i kind of like
the light rail, gangsta rap and tattoos, goth kids and females, big man with a lunch pale faces off with gangsta gangsta, man, please
shut up, before you put us all in danger, little man waves his arms, pulls out a 38, big man crumbles softly, stays quite, now where
straight, here’s my stop i can’t wait, to save my life and sally forth, get my bag and swallow fear, and start heading to the door,
now i’m on the side walk, a little jumpy heading home, watch the b-ms raid the garbage, p-ss a yard with garden gnomes, it’s kind of
nice to live alone, i hope i never see my neighbors, now i’m on my front porch, nod my head like perfect strangers, empty the pockets,
grab some keys, now it’s time to get some rest, look up to see marcel stumbling down the steps, the foul smell of cigarettes, he raises
voice and says he’ll throw me, but a home is just a home as i say…

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