6.Hustler
Why do you come home so tired
With your tail between your legs？
Why do you come home so late？
And why do you come home at all？
I guess you're used to people flipping over you
Like a child zonked on weed
I guess you're used to people flipping over you
But they only want your ass
Why do you come home so stoned？
Why do you come home at all？
I have a million questions to ask
But in my mind there's only one
Did you fraternise with the enemy
And are they know no longer the enemy？
Did you take them on one one time？
In hand to hand did you take them down？
I gusee you're used to that sexy guilty feeling
I guess it turns on a light in your head
I guess you're used to people flipping over you
But they only want your ass
All or nothing--that's what I'm always saying
And now or never--when I call your name
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