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Drunk In Heels Lyrics

Tired, tired, dog a** tired

Tired down to the bone
I've did a forty hour week

At the Quik-E-Mart

And another thirty-five at home

Dead, dead, the walking dead

Dead right on my feet

I like to put on my pajama and go to bed

But no one in the house would eat

If I go to work

I have to makeup my whole face
And if once a month I wanna shoot the whole d*** place

Well I just have to deal

If I bring home the bacon

I have to fry it up in a pan

I ain't saying that it's easier to be a man

But let's get real

When we get drunk
We do it in heels

Dirty, dirty

My house is so dirty

I've forgotten what it looked like clean

It's so sad that my husband went blind and can't see

The dishes sitting there in the sink

Loving, loving

He'd like a little loving
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