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Ten Foot Pole Walkin

deep behind the trees. i know that i won't fall. it's been there a hundred years. i know that it won't fall. trust the limbs are here. one more time i'm telling you. walk

deep behind the trees. i know that i won't fall. it's been there a hundred years. i know that it won't fall. trust the limbs are here. one more time i'm telling you. walk

Run-DMC, like Kool from Kool and the Gang Roll to the rock, rock to the roll DMC stands for devastating mic control You can't touch me with a ten foot pole

Make you go, soul for soul over mic control Kid you can't touch me with a ten foot pole And I even made the devil sell me his jewels He was out to cold

jeopardized the lives of the guys they met Some will shoot you up and stuff You down a drain pipe hole Cause they wouldn't touch your body With a ten foot pole

He doesn't have a family How can you be unhappy where you are When I see you driving your fancy car You have got limbs to walk and run That man in the

nightfall make a wish as the stars begin vomfort fell the cool wind breath against hot skin singing our favorite songs with beers in hand life seems perfect walking

on both our chins and noses Her Dad wore a frown as he dragged me in to say sorry to the manager who made me walk around in shiny handcuffs He grabbed

winked at a boy at the end of the bar Guess I might of must of gone a lil too far Cause a big ol' girl walked outta the blue Ten foot two with a bad attitude