Ain’t no trash in my trailer since the night I through you out
You wanted to get hitched, but my heart is filled with whoa
Baked my sweetie a pie, but he left with a tart
I lost my honey bunny on a bad hare day
She chews tobacco, but she didn’t choose me
The peach I picked in Georgia didn’t cling to me for long
Don’t want that floozy in my jacuzzi
I found the recipe for heartbreak in a cookbook on your self
Now that we’re miserable, I hope you’re happy
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