Downtown Vcu

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[Verse 1]
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She asked me to dance and then she 
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paused, she was a neighborhood 
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local at her local bar
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With shoulder length brown hair 
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and an accent I found fairly rare
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One part country one part urban 
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thug, total fox

[Verse 2]
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I was out of my element, new to 
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the neighborhood and clearly lacking
 friends
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Just adding to the mess of white 
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ball caps and red keg cups
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Dropping home values and raising 
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rent

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[Verse 3]
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After the pause things became 
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confusing, she asked "are you a 
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real man or a college student?"
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I did not know what to say, I'd 
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started school that very day
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Which is nothing but a big 
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business I suppose

[Verse 4]
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Right then and there my heart did 
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drop, she turned and walked away 
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without a second thought
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I should have listened to my dad
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When he said "work with your hands 
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not your head
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And your billfold will stay full 
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and you won't be paying out debt"

[Verse 5]
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So men the purpose of this song, 
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is to go ahead and pass my father's
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 wisdom on
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Go on and callous up them hands, 
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learns some knots and turn a wrench
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Cause in four years there won't be 
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any jobs left, anyway

[Verse 6]
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If I'd taken my old man's advice
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I might be laid up in the bed 
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beside that fox tonight
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Instead my mouth tastes like jello
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 shooters and i'm lurking here on 
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this darn computer
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Well man that's all I've got, 
goodnight