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    Well, look out Florida
    You got a hooker in your back
    She's riding high with some trick on Sligh street
    She's in the corner store of the Sonoco
    Trying to buy cigarettes
    She says it's her birthday, God help her
    She asks you for a pack of cigarettes
    She gives you a wink and shakes her ass one time
    You go and get yourself three more dollars
    For some mad-dog blueberry wine

    Well, your friends are getting married
    Ready to have their kids and you're still out here
    Bringing bum wine home
    Having so much goddamn sugar
    Trying to stay sober
    But you never ever feel at home

    Nothing good comes from Florida including you
    Oh, your hair looks so black and blue
    Keep me ready lord, keep me steady lord
    Come back home, honey
    When everything falls apart for you

    Florida Avenue with them limp legged-lovers
    She says boyfriend beats her down
    In the Dutch Motel outside Hillsborough Avenue
    Where them young boys can't make it downtown

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    She a dancer, she's a lover, she's a money making
    Girl who's ready for a fight
    You ask her where she's from
    She says, pay that no never mind
    Left my old town cause it was shit
    Living in this new town but it's shit too
    Got to be somewhere better than this

    I promise you my teeth if you promise me your hand
    I'm going to give you the most beautiful funeral that I possibly can
    We may never grow old but we sure as hell can't stay young
    I'm going to be your American child until the setting Sun
    Go down the street honey sell that ass
    It's a quick way to make some cash

    Josephine, don't you cry
    I know you're trying to get sober today
    But it might have to wait one more day
    You know, I gotta get high

    All your friends think it's funny that we ain't got any money
    Laying in this dutch motel all day, laying in bed all day
    You know dogs like us, were meant to run wild like wolves
    You know dogs like us were meant to run wild like wolves

    But instead we're tamed, by the same damn thing
    I grew up in my old town Lord, it wasn't shit
    Got me a new town honey said, got to get better than this
    All this downtown casino living is gonna make you mean
    The methadone clinic won't get you sober, but it will get you clean

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    Composición: Thomas Dollbaum

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