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  1. I was lonelier than Kunta Kinte at a Merle Haggard concert
    That night I strolled on into Uncle Limpy's Hump Palace lookin'for love
    It had been a while
    In fact, three hundred and sixty-five had come and went
    Since that midnight run haulin' hog to Shakey Town on I-10
    I had picked up this hitchhiker that was sweatin' gallons
    Through a pair of Daisy Duke cut-offs and one of those Fruit OfThe Loom tank-tops
    Well, that night I lost myself to ruby red lips
    Milky white skin and baby blue eyes
    Name was Russell

    Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
    Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
    Well I find it's quite a thrill
    When she grinds me against her will
    Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'

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