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Kimberly Leslee Begin (SESAC) 100%
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*EXPLICIT* A queer anthem about loving yourself.
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Ladyboy
*EXPLICIT*smoking blunts and codeine, licorice and honey
blushing when you call me just a-shakin’ when you come my way
leggy baby wonder, gender fuckin’ stunner
lush and loving sour, got the power just to make you staythe ladyboys, knocking at your front door
the ladyboys, saying come out and play
the ladyboys, we’re here, we’re queer, we want more,
wild no matter what you sayTommy’s got a girlfriend, baby mama on the west end
but he’s sitting looking better in my leather and my Gucci jeans
he says sugar, get you dressed up, bring me cigarettes and 7-Up
we can get together, hot weather in the party scenethe ladyboys, knocking at your front door
the ladyboys, saying come out and play
the ladyboys, we’re here, we’re queer, we want more,
wild no matter what you say (2x) -
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Kimberly Leslee Begin (SESAC) 100%
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*EXPLICIT* A swaying, acoustic track about settling down and moving on.
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Hitch Your Wagon
*EXPLICIT* (bitch)you better hitch your wagon to something, you ain’t got no engine steam
you better hitch your wagon to something, but it ain’t me
you better hitch your wagon to something, your motor running now is history
you better hitch your wagon to something, but it ain’t meI could help you roll down the open road, I could rock you baby to sleep
I could help you know where the lust could go, but that’s a secret I can’t keep
and for all your thinking babe, and all my drinking babe
we still gotta ignore this mysteryyou better hitch your wagon to something, you ain’t got no engine steam
you better hitch your wagon to something, but it ain’t me
you better hitch your wagon to something, your motor running now is history
you better hitch your wagon to something, but it ain’t meyou’re a poison bite of an apple ripe in the first fine days of fall
I’m a roustabout and the mouth of the south, the one bitch gonna rule em all
and for all our dancing around where to fall when the sun goes down
I’m gonna need a drink of water that’s a little something more than tallyou better hitch your wagon to something, you ain’t got no engine steam
you better hitch your wagon to something, but it ain’t me
you better hitch your wagon to something, your motor running now is history
you better hitch your wagon to something, but it ain’t me -
