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Slightly Stoopid Live Direct Acoustic Roots

I used to love her but I had to kill her I used to love her, oh yeah but I had to kill her I had to put her six feet under And I can still hear her complain

But I ain't no prophet To cure some damn disease And would you help me anyway If I was on my knees I?m going through my time of change In my time of

Wicked man now but he want He want, he say now If all the girls, yes, them live 'cross the sea If all the girls, yes, them live 'cross the sea But what

But when I look inside I've got this bad bad feeling about her You know she cheated and she lied And she's throwing it all away But if you come to me

But everybody wants to get some Sensimilla And everybody wants to get some We want our Sensimilla And everybody wants to get some We want the Sensimilla

skankin' little momma know right down for the rhythm i'm gon' feel you bottom droppin' out you're bound to get another maybe one or two woman lookin

Heard you knockin' on the Devil's door Come back tommorow baby Cause he aint takin' any more See you walkin' down on Bourbon street I can tell you girl

Whoa Yeah But if this world were mine They'd play rub-a-dub all the time But then me playin' with this double bass line They playin' with the wicked

But i aint no prophet To cure some damn disease And would you help me anyway If i was on my knees I'm going through my time of change In my time of need