Social Disease

Social Disease Well I used to take a woman,
Baby take a woman,
And wrap her right around my finger.
Man I was a sleazebag,
Cheezy little wheezbag.
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But it's harder than it looks,
Harder than it feels,
Yeah, when it gets right through to you.
Early in the mornin'
You can feel this baby pump,
It's gonna flood on through ya.

I've got, I've got the social,
I've got, I've got the social disease.

She's a real mean lady,
Hootchie coochie baby,
She has such an ego.
Tearin' up the town
With the talk of goin' down,
She tells me,
"Hey baby, why don't we go?"
I said, "Come on pretty baby,
C'mon spread 'em wide.
Yeah, I'm gonna get some inside of ya!"
Early in the mornin'
You can feel this baby pumpin'.
It's gonna flood on through ya.

Repeat Chorus

Yeah bring me to my knees!

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