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Undercover S.K.A. ... Souvenir
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*** Souvenir ***
I got a hole in my jacket
Burned thru by a cigarette
Sometimes when I've nothing to do
I poke my finger thru it
and I find myself thinking of you girl.
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh,)
I'm at a party and you were there
You looked distracted playing with your hair
I confess I was some kinda mess,
I spilled my drink down the front of your dress.
You mentioned something 'bout it being your turn,
That's when I smelled my jacket start to burn.
I called you a bitch, you called me a bastard,
You left early while I got plastered.
I woke up on the kitchen floor,
Swilled some mouthwash and headed out the door.
I had a headache from the suds in my beer.
That's when I noticed my souvenir.
It was a hole in my jacket
Burned thru by a cigarette
I wrote the muni home with nothing to do
but poke my finger thru it
and I found myself thinking of you girl.
(Whoa-oh, oh-oh, you girl, you girl
Whoa-oh, oh-oh, you girl, here we go)
My friends all think I'm off my nut,
They say drop that skirt and her cigarette butt.
Well I guess I tried, all the same
I can't forget your face I can't remember your name.
(But)I got was a hole in my jacket
Burned thru by a cigarette
And then hole is the only clue
I poke my finger thru it
and I found myself thinking of you girl.
(Whoa-oh, oh-oh, you girl, you girl)x3
Whoa-oh, oh-oh, you girl, LET'S GO!)
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