I ain´t got no inclination give away my sweet sensation sleepin in an old toolshed scumbag cryin´ on his pillow
when you wanna be with me, then we will see who´s fuckin´ with my head hey hey hey hey fuckin´ with my head hey hey hey hey
found myself in New Orleans with a scarecrow in my jeans beat my forehead through the ceilin´ drank my coffee with a hubcap...yeah
when you want to be with me, then we will see who´s fuckin´ with my head no no no no fuckin´ with my head hey hey hey hey
devil´s got your pantyhose on his head oh yeah, and he´s robbin´ me but all I got is cornbread well, you turn my body into a crutch and now I´m limpin´ all over when I feel your touch...oh yeah Oooh... Oooh...rode up on my check-out boots runnin´ wild on the bayou now talkin´ on a walkie-talkie credit card glued to my hand...feels good
when you wanna be with me, then we will see who´s fuckin´ with my head hey hey hey hey no no no no fuckin´ with my head make me feel like an asshole I ain´t got no soul I ain´t got no soul no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no
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