Blonde Hair Big Tits Red Mercedes

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One night I get off the 10 freeway at 4th street coming home. It's about 11pm. I turn west down Pico and there she was. A platinum plated collagen silicon teased hair monster piloting a convertible 500SL Mercedes. The song basically wrote itself. It's Rock And Roll 101.

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Blonde Hair Big Tits

Blonde hair big tits red Mercedes
I hate her guts
She drives me nuts
Her daddy’s crazy

Dumb as a doorknob
Her musical tastes lean toward the lame
She’s proud of the fact that she listens to KZLA

Her hair is a mess
She incessantly complains about her ex-es
Her bumper sticker proudly displays “Don’t Mess With Texas”

Blonde hair big tits red Mercedes
Silver spoon
Drunk by noon
She punched me silly

Homecoming queen captain of the cheer leading squad
She’s gonna end up an alcoholic just like her mom

On her sweet 16 her daddy said the sky’s the limit
But she was well beyond their means before they knew

She really got
Brown hair small titties blue Prius
She means well but her credit cards are all at their maxes

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Bridge
A E
You got a lotta nerve to say that you are my friend
F# B
You try to bring me down to a place I’d rather forget

You really got
Blonde hair big tits red Mercedes
I work so hard
With no regard
It makes her angry

Blonde hair big tits red Mercedes
I hate her guts
She drives me nuts
Her daddy’s crazy

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from Get Up Get Out Get Gone EP, released October 13, 2009

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Paul Chesne Venezia

Why we play music:

For the love of it. Because we’re hungry. To make people happy and dance. To make all the pretty girls cry. Because we’re high. Because we’re low. Because we’re drunk or ascetic. Because we can’t in good conscience do anything else. ... more

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