Seven Sore Bruises

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    Your momma caught me rockin' in a place she thought was shockin'
    If it wasn't for the stocking that she found around my neck
    I think she wouldn't care a little but she hit me like a skittle
    And i landed in the middle of the dj's deck

    Your momma caught me walkin' with a blonde i was a talkin'
    And i didn't hear her stalkin' up behind me on the street
    I tried to make her laugh it off,i saw she wouldn't have it
    When she threw me at the traffic, well, i knew that i was beat

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    Seven sore bruises, your momma's big shoes did
    For messin' 'round with floosies while your back was turned
    She ravaged my poor legs, savaged my forehead
    I wish i was dead, you know i sure got burned

    Your momma caught me holding close a girl like we were soldered
    And i guess she thought my olden days had all returned again
    Because she threw me 'cross her shoulder, rammed my head into a boulder
    And i went out even colder than a stone age man

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    Composición: Howard Werth y Trevor Williams

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