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Well, I love you, baby
I'm telling you right here
Please don't make me decide, baby
Between you and a bottle of beer

Well, baby, come on over
Come on over to my side (Come on over)
Well, I may not live past twenty-one
But whoo, what a way to die

Your lovin' fluctuates, baby
And everybody knows
The temperature always stays the same
On an ice-cold bottle of Stroh's

So baby, come on over
Come on over to my side (Arе you coming or not, baby?)
Well, I may not live past twenty-onе
But whoo, what a way to die

When I start my drinking
My baby throws a fit
So I blitz her outta my mind
With sixteen bottle of Schlitz

Oh, baby, come on over
Come on over to my side (Come on over)
Well, I may not live past twenty-one
But whoo, what a way to die

You've got the kind of body
That makes me come alive
But I'd rather have my hands around
A bottle of Colt 45

Well, baby, come on over
Come on over to my side
Well, I may not live past twenty-one
But whoo, what a way to die

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