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With a halo of gnats around my cotton-pickin' head
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You never even listened to a single word I said
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You sit there on your pompous ass and click your fancy heels
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Contemplate another piece of art that you can steal
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Yeah you're rich and you're good-lookin' and outstanding in your field
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But I'm the real deal, no you can't know how I feel
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'Cause I'm the real, real real deal
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Ah ya bet your sweet petuti I'm the real deal
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You may always be rich and I may always be poor
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You're the kind that never gets enough of wantin' more
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Hittin' on my friends, swingin' on my doors
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Here's a little somethin's gonna even up the score
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Try as you may you can't know how I feel
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'Cause I'm the real deal, oh you can't know how I feel
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'Cause I'm the real, real real deal
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Ah ya bet your sweet petuti I'm the real deal
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I used to chop that cotton sometimes leanin' on my hoe
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But we all know a hoe ain't just a hoe anymore
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You educated gals are 'sposed to be so damned smart
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Sometimes you fool around and get the horse behind the cart
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I got one foot in the grave the other 'un on a 'nanner peel
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But I'm the real deal, I can make you young girls squeal
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'Cause I'm the real, real real deal
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You bet your sweet petuti I'm the real deal
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