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Cardboard Box Disguise

from Hot Chicken by Skunkmello

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Cardboard Box Disguise

Riding bare-back, chips stacked, Big Mac, Coke, and fries
It’s that roadhouse love in a cardboard-box disguise
Then the belly flop, dirty cop, couple ladies on the grass
If I don’t get it in the river, gonna hafta pawn my ride for cash

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Don’t ask me how it got this way
Cuz I don’t know, got nothing to say
Yeah I don’t know
Got nothing to say
But to beat them odds, you know you got to play

It’s that dirty whore, troubadour, thirty-four on the dice
Looking for a ten, and the hard way would be nice
Gotta lady friend to pretend she’s blowing on the dice for me
Tip her well or go to hell, you know she don’t blow for free

Gotta pair of crowns, double down, hit me Miss Croupier
And get that girl to come round with that tonic and that Tanqueray
Switch Blade, Jack of Spades, getting laid on a Queen
Flip it over hun and I’ll be running to the money machine

With them pink pills, dollar bills, looking for a thrill tonight
Cuz when that bass drops the high tops be dancing neath the disco light
And them finger dips, red lips, fake tits on the stage
Got my pupils blown and my mind so disengaged


© 2016 Matthew Bartlett (ASCAP) ℗ 2016 Skunkmello LLC

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from Hot Chicken, released June 10, 2016

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Sewer blues and gutter grooves for the barefooted and absent minded.

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