"Five Shots" genre: World Fusion
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	Lyrics Sandy likes to go Likes to take me slow Put my hammer down Hit the virgin town Take a shot or two Rye and Cordon Bleau Roll my car and then Do it all again Like the night before When I swore no more Walked right through her door Fell across her floor And the Cuervo Gold Sandy's got me sold Throws it back and then Sandy slams it once again. Five shots in line, that's gotta be a bad sign. Four more make nine, that's gotta be a bad sign. On the greasy street With my leaden feet Sandy hits the rail Makes my engine wail Past a cop or two Smoking black gumshoe Pop the top and flee Another shot for me Till my tank runs dry And thy doom is nigh Slap the irons on See the light of dawn Twenty friends of mine Front to back in line And a transvestite Smile and then turn to the right. Five shots in line, that's gotta be a bad sign. Four years plus nine, that's gotta be a bad sign.

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