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Well, I ain't no prize but I walk with my tits outI got my price, she caught my eyes, sirShe caught it wellShe found her way and she weighed it wellShe tore an ulcer the size of a mile-endI'd take a dive but I know her well, sirShe's not her tiny selfEye on the prize and a foot in mouthI'm not her kind but I serve her well, sirShe caught my eyeShe caught my eye, sirShe caught it wellShe found her game and she played it wellShooting at vultures 'cause angels guide them Aus Songtexte Mania