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"One, two, three, four"
She unwinds with sewing thread
Changing outfits, baking bread
For the man to come home to
She unwinds by picking roses
Splitting eyebrows, breaking noses
For the man when he comes home
No waiting for game shows
To come on in the morning
Checkout clerks can smile all day
Taking coupons, making change
For the customers satisfaction
Checkout clerks are gagged and bound
Under counters till they're found
Try to win it back at the horses
No waiting for no shows
At the racetrack in the morning
Kiss me, Chris
One more time
Collarbones are up and bared
Men and women sometimes wear
Clothes to stick right out of
Car phones are often quipped
From their chargers late at night
Only the sickest ever think to rape them
No wait for testosterone
At the dial tone in the morning
"I liked the guitar part of this song singing"
