doi: 10.14694/EdBook_AM.2013.33.359
I know I say I'll go away But then I don't, I come right back And walk right smack into your lips And turn all black and blue And though I've seen the light so many times before I've also figured out the light is just a switch That I can turn on, I can turn off Please, oh please Oh, when it's off, you cannot see shit, you cannot hear shit Even in your ear, saying Yo, girl Don't make me take off my belt Don't make me take off my belt and smack you upside the head Aw, yo, girl Don't make me take off my belt Don't make me take off my belt and smack, smack, smack, smack Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack
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