Oh, come now father dear and turn this blood to choice
You know, I think these young are spent & have seen their day
My back bares the scars of work while my sweat has cut the cost
If my word to God isn't bond, then I'll be damned to say
This can't be so bad
Only I sure did love the way she danced
Oh these dirty games I play
Long-Arm, you liar
Go run home to mama
A good boy never gets to dance
These good boys never get a chance

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Writer(s): Claudio Sanchez