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I’m sweaty in a honky-tonk
she asked for dancing
and I cling to her
for life

She’s sweaty in a honky-tonk
I said we should go dancing
and she clings to me
for life

I’m falling asleep to the TV
a swaying ship
emptying itself into
the great sea

She’s falling asleep to the TV
a swaying ship
below my belly
emptying itself into
the great sea