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Junkies

Baby hit the back door breathin' real heavy Said the boys in the alley wouldn't leave her alone Mama did her make-up in a terrible hurry She finally got

it I?ve always been a junkie for fame Why are we just junkies for fame Why are we just junkies for fame Why are we just junkies for fame Why are we just

Have you ever seen a sight as beautiful As that of the rain soaked purple Of the white birch in the spring? Have you ever felt more fresh or wonderful

If I pour your cup, that is friendship If I add you milk, that is manners If I stop there, claiming ignorance of taste That is tea If I pour your cup

Fifty miles from Dakota territory Cheyenne scalp hangs from his belt Found him alone washing in the Bighorn A steady aim and he bagged his game Pale

If it ain't one thing I tell you it's always another I wonder why I started treating you like a step-brother Love is hard to explain I know my loss is

Eyed it, dried it, untied it Chilled it, spilled it, refilled it Taste it, traced it, erased it He's my post to lean on And I just cut him down So, I

Check under his floorboard, mama I don't trust his silly grin He's got a beat up rambler, Nebraska plates I ain't gettin' in I don't like the way his

I won't say I love you babe I won't say I need you babe But I'm going to get you babe And I will not do you wrong Living's mostly a wasting time And