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G
My dinner's on fire while she watches T.V.
C
And if you ever wonder what it's like to be me
G
She takes all my money and leaves me no smokes
D
Yells at my buddies and insults my folks
G
I'm breakin' my back doin the best that I can
C
She's got time for the dog and none for her man
G D G
And I'm no dope, but I can't cope so hit the fuckin road and piss up a
rope
A G
You can --- piss.... up a rope
C
And you can put on your shoes hit the road get truckin'
G
Pack your bag I don't need the ag
D
On your knees you big booty bitch start suckin'
G
You ride my ass like a horse in a saddle
C
Now you're up shit's creek with a turd for a paddle
G D G
And I can't cope, a- piss up a rope
A you can piss up a rope and feel the pissy dribble
You can piss up a rope and watch me giggle
For the last six months I been packinı your bag
You can wash my balls with a warm wet rag
Till my balls feel smooth and soft like silk
Iım sick of your mouth and your two percent milk
And I canıt cope, a - piss up a rope
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