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Well it's friday night
And I need a fight
And if she don't spread
I'm gonna bust her head
The guy's gone mad
'Cause his chicks been had
But what can we do
When there's four of you
Sweet f.a. - never gonna make it
Sweet f.a. - people think we fake it
Sweet f.a. - now we're gonna take it
Sweet f.a.
Try to pull me out
Like a roustabout
