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A Certain Type of Girl - The Airborne Toxic Event
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A Certain Type of Girl The Airborne Toxic Event

A Certain Type of Girl - The Airborne Toxic Event
When I was a boy
My daddy told me, son
Don't you ever mess with a certain type of girl

Now I've wished more than twice
I had taken dad's advice
I wish it more than anything in this world

He'd grab himself a bottle
And he'd look me in the eye
And he'd take a plug and he'd wipe it from his chin

He said, son don't put much part
In those matters of the heart
I wish I had listened to him

And tell me, oh Jesus
I'm asking you please
How do I make this endless heartache cease
Lord, I'd believe in you
If you'd believe in me too
And I just want a little peace
Come on, now

Us big city boys
We don't think about it much
It's all whiskey, wine, and messing around with drugs
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