[Verse]
Time to make the donuts in the leather gloves
My pension for the pony's and the 7Up
I'll be there if you leave me or there's death to duck
When everything is leaking and the levy floods
I pull the paper star out for the belatone
I'll hold your stuff while you see if the belts are broke
I know this ain't enough to plug them engine holes
It might be an extra hand to closе the envelopе
My breathings are sincere over your drunken dark
My outlook isn't clear until you cut the cord
My love may not appear to be a hungry heart
Until you rollercoaster into bumper cars
And I may never ever win the conference crown
Of seeing it your way or even calming down
You ever feel the need to do a snot aloud
I'll meet you at the last booth at the Waffle House

[Outro]
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