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    Hey there boy what have you done?
    Sold your soul at twenty-one
    There's still time to up and run
    Here's your last chance
    I'm sure now it seems just fine
    But down the road at thirty-nine
    There ain't no such thing as fairy tale romance
    'Cause you'll have to spend your Christmas
    Makin' small talk with her folks
    She'll use up all your razors
    Clean up all your jokes
    She'll stick you in a church
    Every Sunday 'til you die
    And even then she'll pray as she cries
    It's jail time, jail time

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    Sheriff, come take me to jail
    Give me life, post no bail
    Tie me to my ball and chain
    I'd never wanna leave her anyway
    No, I'd never wanna leave her anyway

    Sign those papers cut and dry
    You can kiss your life goodbye
    No more cruisin' downtown for single chicks
    Sell your convertible buy a van
    You'll feel like a lesser man
    When you rev that engine just to get your kicks
    She'll make you leave the tv
    When the children need a ride
    She'll tell you to quit drinkin'
    She'll make you smoke outside
    She'll make you say "I love you"
    When she knows you're with your friends
    That ain't it, that ain't where it ends
    It's jail time, jail time

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    When your pushin' comes to shove
    You'll fall in and out of love
    Paycheck-to-paycheck and day-to-day
    When that time comes, please know
    I hate to say I told you so
    But someone long ago said you'd end up that way

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