Im Turning Into Elvis

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I woke up this morning, I had on 
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blue suede shoes
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The pillow crushed my hair into 
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perfect length
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And on my arm there was one blue 
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tattoo
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My wife, she brought me breakfast
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I said "Thank you, ma'am. God bless
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 ya."
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I'm turning into Elvis and there's
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 nothing I can do


[Verse]

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My closet was filled with uncounted 
jewels
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And a suit of gold lamé
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I put on a belt the size of Memphis
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It was inscribed "Love, Priscilla. 
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Yours always"
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In the pocket there were some little
 white pills
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Yeah, I did them, too
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I'm turning into Elvis and there's
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 nothing I can do