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I'm leaving you, baby! He no working you like no more!
Well, I'm leaving you, baby! He no working you like no more!
Well, I pick up some habits and walk streets out that door
Well, you'll find me down town, pack of smokes and Jerry Rum
Well, you'll find me down town, pack of smokes and Jerry Rum
Well, tonight I'm gonna be a rum drinkin' son-of-a-gun

Well, I'm getting to my car, your beating can kids me
Well, suck my bird(?), baby! And watch me leave
Tonight I'm craving little bit a misery
Well, sell Jerry Rum is quite hell of the thing
He is drumming no more trouble, he is drumming on my pain
Give me have an hour, I want be the same

Well, sorry little baby! I'm trying be mean
But that selling Jerry Rum hit keeps calling me
And I pen on bottle label: she is all of sin
Well, I dropping to my car, your beating can kids me
Well, suck my bird(?), baby! And watch me leave
Tonight I'm craving little bit a misery
Well, you'll find me down town, pack of smokes and Jerry Rum, Jerry Rum, Jerry Rum, Jerry Rum
Well, you'll find me down town, pack of smokes and Jerry Rum, Jerry Rum, Jerry Rum, Jerry Rum
Tonight I'm gonna be a rum drinkin' son-of-a-gun

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