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MY GAL'S A CORKER My gal's a corker, she's a New Yorker I buy her everything to keep her in style She's got a pair of legs, just like two whiskey kegs Hey boys, that's where my money goes-oes-oes That's where my money goes, to buy my baby clothes I buys her everything to keep her in style She's worth her weight in gold, my coal black baby Hey boys, that's where my money goes When we go walkin', she does the talkin' And when my arm's round her, how time does fly She does the teasin', I do the sqeezin' Hey boys,... She's got a pair of eyes, just like two custard pies And when she looks at me, I sure get a thrill She's got a pair of lips, just like potato chips ... She's got a pair of legs, just like two whiskey kegs And when they knock together, oh what a sound She's got a pair of hips, just like two battle ships She's got a bulbous nose, just like a big red rose And when the lights go out, it really does shine She wears silk underwear, I wear my latest pair @love filename[ MYGALSA TUNE FILE: MYGALSA CLICK TO PLAY SOF |
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