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Oh God, deliver me from my enemies
These women in green winter coats
Working for a tip, don't paint your lips
And don't bite, they're baiting you
And don't cry 'cause they want you to
Mama, I'm sleeping it off
Worn thin from red lights and scotch
And I hate being cross
But you should hold your booze
Please don't drop bombs on me
I beg of thee just leave me in peace
I'll have cold, kind and lemon eyes
Oh, lemon eyes, my God
Don't suck your gut so tight
And don't cut your hair so nice
Mama, I'm sleeping it off
Worn thin from red lights and scotch
I hate being cross
But you should hold your booze
Don't bite, I'm begging you
And don't leave when I curse at you
Mama, I'm sleeping it off
Worn thin from red lights and scotch
I hate being cross
But you should hold your booze