Lock up your daughters, or hide them away
'Cause my boys, they're out on the prowl
They'll woo them with chemicals, laughter and song
As only these scoundrels know how
They will fill her with wine
And they'll have such a marvellous time
And soon you'll lament, "She used to be mine"
Hide all your women,
My boys are in town, and they're lookin' to hang some fire
They'll tell her such stories, regale her with deeds
'Cause they're all such marvellous liars
They will fill her with wine
And they'll have such a marvellous time
And soon you'll lament, "She used to be mine"
Yes soon you'll lament, "She used to be mine"
Oh you'll surely lament "She used to be mine"
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