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Let me tell 'bout a kid I know. We met a while ago. At the State Fair. He was showing his blue ribbon pig. I was thinging big. While I was combing my hair. He was never like the other guys, Selling curly-fries, Or rigging the games. 4-H was his one true love. We'd hang out above The dunk-tank when it rains. I'm gonna step-up, step-up, step-up. I'm never, ever coming home. I'm really into the boys that work there. The feeling you get when your ticket they tear. Four days in May: The State Fair! I used to go out with the other man. He ran the sno-cone stand. He looked good from behind. I like a baggy kind of overall. They don't really show at all. I can use my mind I'm gonna step-up, step-up, step-up. I'm never, ever coming home. From Letras Mania