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• Artiste: Cows
• Titre: One O'Clock High
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It's quarter after midnight, I polished off my brew It's time to pick up Jesse, At one o'clock she's through She's dancing down at Cody's She's ripping up a storm It makes my asshole pucker It makes my color warm Why does she have to work their She knows it drives me nuts I see those strippy perverts I want to kick some butt I don't know why I let her do it Don't know why I always watch It's time to pick up Jesse It's almost one o'clock When Jesse turns it over She swings it all to hell She's banging on the drums She's ringing all the bells I look up at the clock I know it must be wrong Inside my forehead I'm singing her a song Jesse belle, please don't tell Jesse belle, please don't tell She's swinging with her titties Swinging ass for good effect She's really a good dancer And that you must respect She's pealing out all over She's wriggling like a snake She's proud of them torpedoes You know those things ain't fake A man at the front table His hand is in his pants His mind is in the gutter His britches full of ants The man behind he's had it He rushes toward her cage The bouncer cracks his knuckles And slams him off the stage Now Jesse's going apeshit Kicks into overdrive The whole damn place is humming A trucker hat beehive I think I'm going crazy It's going on too long I find my lips are moving I'm singing her this song Jesse belle, please don't tell Jesse belle, please don't tell She does her big finale She ends it with a blast She's hanging from the rafters She's up against the glass They ain't seen nothing like it She leaves them crackers stunned She does one last gyration The music stops, she's done She slips into her street clothes I meet her by the bar She's almost looking normal She's acting like a star We make a big production As arm in arm we leave I'm wishin' I was dead, Those fuckers wishin' they was me