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In the 1st precinct jail
I knew a man Bojangles and he'd dance for you
In worn out shoes
Silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants
He's in
I knew a man Bojangles
And he danced for you
In worn out shoes
With silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants
The old soft shoe
He jumped so
I knew a man Bojangles and he danced for you
In worn out shoes
With silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants
The old soft shoe
He jumped so
I knew a man Bojangles and he danced for you
In worn-out shoes
Silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants
The old soft shoe
He jumped so
Girls can wear jeans
Cut their hair short
Wear shirts and boots
'Cause it's okay to be a boy
But for a boy to look like a girl is degrading
his name?
The guy with the hair and the shirt
The Prince?
Yeah, the Prince! Has been droppin' hints
He wants to
You know when humans dress all nice
porch
In those cut-off jeans
And that Texas Longhorn t-shirt, hair drying in the breeze
Humming along to some old Haggard song
You ought to see her when
I knew a man,
Bojangles and he danced for you
In worn out shoes
Silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants
The old soft shoe
He jumped so
Oh I knew a man, Bojangles and he danced for you
In worn out shoes
With silver hair and ragged shirt and baggy pants
The old soft shoe
He jumped so
I knew a man, Bojangles and he danced for you
In worn out shoes
Silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants
The old soft shoe
He jumped
I knew a man Bojangles
And he danced for you
In worn out shoes
With silver hair, a ragged shirt
And baggy pants, the old soft shoe
He jumped so
t shirt
Tragicomic hair
Monarchs they are not
Never made it north
Fit right in on the hill
Crows, bottles, glass, vistas
Scare the bobcat downhill
Under
Long legs, long hair
Super exposed through my t-shirt
Read 'em and weep, bitch I'm an expert
Drag from my lips to my fingertips
Whatcha lookin' at,
And I became
David Ashley Parker from Powder Springs
November 27 turnin' 23
Five foot nine, brown hair, blue eyes
Levi's, tee shirt, all-American
Just a country boy that combed his hair
And put on a shirt his mother made and went on the air
And he shook it like a chorus girl
And he shook it like
I knew a man "Bojangles" and
He'd dance for you in worn out shoes
With silver hair a ragged shirt
And baggy pants the old Soft Shoe
He jumped so
Hey, drag a comb across your hair
Change your shirt, we're going somewhere, ain't we, baby?
Huh, I'll throw a little lipstick on
Check the mirror
Hey, drag a comb across your hair
Change your shirt, we're going somewhere, ain't we, baby?
Huh, I'll throw a little lipstick on
Check the mirror
in
I love you, no makeup
Hair messed up, my t-shirt
The songs that you make up
Nobody but me's heard
Oh, girl, in case you didn't know
I love
I knew a man Bojangles and he'd dance for you
In worn out shoes
Silver hair, and ragged shirt, and baggy pants
He did the old soft shoe
He jumped
I knew a man Bojangles and he danced for you
In worn-out shoes
Silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants
The old soft shoe
He jumped so
down
Dance to be free and you will see
We're gonna round up
Round up
See her right there
With the done up hair
Her shirt's too small
But I don't care
Short hair girls
Jeans, t-shirt
Short hair girls
Rule the world
Here's the coming out
I'm a lesbian
Girl
Short hair girls
Make me whirl
Short hair
Emmy famous now
Model girls hang around me
Jealous eyes stare me down
And you know that you
Need me, Hawaiian shirt, dirty hair
We get high like the Bee
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