[Intro]
One, two, three
[Verse 1]
She likes stealing from Salvation Armies
Said it makes her feel like the movies
Battin' her eyes with a crooked smile
Wondering why the hell I'm pissed
This ain't like any film that I recall
This ain't exactly The Italian Job
This kind of stuff is for soccer moms
Dying to be young again
[Chorus]
She's dancing around the room
In a cheetah print body suit
Roll the credits on the scene, it's through
I'm the story of a messed up kid
[Verse 2]
Yeah, she tells me I got a problem with drinkin'
But she loves going out on the weekends
She throws me the keys with a "pretty please"
She wonders if I'll drive her home
You'd figure if she knew my weakness
She'd try and help me to beat it
That's why I love her so, but since Roanoke
I don't take her out to shop no more
[Chorus]
She's dancing around the room
In a cheetah print body suit
Roll the credits on the scene, it's through
I'm the story of a messed up kid
[Chorus]
She's dancing around the room
In a cheetah print body suit
Roll the credits on the scene, it's through
I'm the story of a messed up kid
She's dancing around the room
In a cheetah print body suit
Roll the credits on the scene, it's through
I'm the story of a messed up kid
I'm the story of a messed up kid
I'm the story of a messed up kid
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