| Lyrics |
Sometimes it get's real hard
And I need some kind of output
For unput twice the size of my one inch mind
So slap me on the hand
Put it right back down my pants
Kick me in the ass
Well today I say sweet things
But tomorrow I'll be making up excuses
For my actions because it's been so long
Since I've been in love
That special kind of feeling
Guess my best excuse
I'm on the wagon again
Well I got no real excuse
I'm on the wagon again
Hey
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