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(Ted Hewitt/Rodney Atkins/Max T. Barnes)
If you need someone who will promise you blue skies
If you think old-fashioned love's out of style
You've probably got the wrong guy
But if you need someone to walk through the fire for you
I'm just the man to do it, don't think I won't
I mean what I say and I say what I feel
I'll love you 'til my name is carved in stone
Baby don't think I won't, 'cause I will
Your heart's been left to hurt by lovers runnin' scared
But whenever you reach out for me, I'm gonna be there
And if you need someone to spend his life
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Use the lies you tell
To destroy others
You feel like a King
In this deceptive Kingdom
Pull the people who don't
Suit you through the mud
Slander them with nasty words
Your lines are your weapons
Terse with evil words
Because with your lies
You are only betraying yourself
Lord of lies
Don't care about the truth
Lord of lies
Just want your way
Lord of lies
Don't care who you harm
Lord of lies
It's just about getting your way
Determine in your brain
What is truth and what is lie
Put your thoughts on paper
To impose them onto other
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I tell ya kinky
You foxy little flirt
I caught you in the biar path
Liftin' up your skirt
Well let me tell ya
What you been doin' in the Firepatch
What you been doin' with your little skirt
Got....
You've been foolin' with the Bitch's Brew
You know the things I told you not to do
You fell into the briar patch
Ain't nothing gonna save your ass
Remember the things you said
The saving and the screams for bread
And now you just walked away
So take it away, all the way
You're fooling with the Bitch's Brew
That ain't the thing you ought
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What was sent to the soldier's wife
From the ancient city of Prague ?
From Prague came a pair of high heeled shoes,
With a kiss or two came the high heeled shoes
From the ancient city of Prague.
What was sent to the soldier's wife
From Oslo over the sound ?
From Oslo he sent her a collar of fur,
How it pleases her, the little collar of fur
From Oslo over the sound.
What was sent to the soldier's wife
From the wealth of Amsterdam ?
From Amsterdam, he got her a hat,
She looked sweet in that,
In her little Dutch hat
From the wealth of Amsterdam
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