Letra de
In Spite Of Ourselves

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CShe don't like her eggs all runny
CHe ain't got laid in a month of Sundays
I caught him once and he was sniffin' my undies
We're gonna Fspite our noses
Right off of our Cfaces
CShe thinks all my jokes are corny
Convict movies make her horny
CHe's got more balls than a big brass monkey
He's a wacked out werido and a lovebug junkie
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There won't be nothin' but big old Ghearts
There won't be nothin' but big old Ghearts