One, two, three.
Ease up on the hardstuff, it's gunna rot your gut all the way.
I know it's a pony show
where the dogs won't go out to play,
out to play.
Leave yourself alone
and I'll leave well enough alone.
Ah.
It occurs quite irregular.
It is in the curves of your face.
I can sit with you a bit,
but you gotta admit that I'm to blame.
I'm too late.
Leave yourself alone
and I'll leave well enough alone.
Ah.
Hardstuff
T. Hardy Morris
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