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One O'Clock High
It's quarter after midnight, I polished off my brewIt's time to pick up Jesse, At one o'clock she's throughShe's dancing down at Cody'sShe's ripping up a stormIt makes my asshole puckerIt makes my color warmWhy does she have to work theirShe knows it drives me nutsI see those strippy pervertsI want to kick some buttI don't know why I let her do itDon't know why I always watchIt's time to pick up JesseIt's almost one o'clockWhen Jesse turns it overShe swings it all to hellShe's banging on the drumsShe's ringing all the bellsI look up at the clockI know it must be wrongInside my foreheadI'm singing her a songJesse belle, please don't tellLetras de cancionesJesse belle, please don't tellShe's swinging with her tittiesSwinging ass for good effectShe's really a good dancerAnd that you must respectShe's pealing out all over She's wriggling like a snakeShe's proud of them torpedoesYou know those things ain't fakeA man at the front tableHis hand is in his pantsHis mind is in the gutterHis britches full of antsThe man behind he's had itHe rushes toward her cageThe bouncer cracks his knucklesAnd slams him off the stageNow Jesse's going apeshitKicks into overdriveThe whole damn place is hummingA trucker hat beehiveI think I'm going crazyIt's going on too longI find my lips are movingI'm singing her this songJesse belle, please don't tellJesse belle, please don't tellShe does her big finaleShe ends it with a blastShe's hanging from the raftersShe's up against the glassThey ain't seen nothing like itShe leaves them crackers stunnedShe does one last gyrationThe music stops, she's doneShe slips into her street clothesI meet her by the barShe's almost looking normalShe's acting like a starWe make a big productionAs arm in arm we leaveI'm wishin' I was dead, Those fuckers wishin' they was me
From Letras Mania