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He ain’t got no time for no Sunday morning church Oh Lord he’s still got some money left to spend He’s been thrown out of every bar with nowhere left to go Tommy boy don’t forget what you’ve was told, Pick up all your shit and go on home He’s out there running around with the married girls in town But he ain’t the one to blame With a busted face, a broken nose, and a dislocated jaw Tommy boy don’t forget what you’ve was told, Pick up your shit and go on home That tommy boy he’ll never learn Running around all those loose women he’s going To get what he deserves now I know your game when you throw those pearly whites But don’t go around fucking whit my wife Oh Tommy boy, don’t play with fire cause you’re bound to get burned don’t you make your mama bury her only son it ain’t my fault that all them ladies all dig me I’m a show man baby just look at me I got a fancy brand new car and some shiny diamond rings Letras de cancionesTommy boy riding in his Cadillac depending on A hound dog to watch his back The problem here ain’t mine, but maybe it’s all yours Cause if she wants to fuck with me it’s cause you don’t satisfy her And fighting’s all that pee-brain of yours knows how to do So control your trick cause I don’t want to fight no more (Gracias a Suarez12 por esta letra) From Letras Mania