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Hey you can have some of my weed If I can smoke your cigarette I might be running low But I ain't out just yet I'll be Tweedledee If you be Tweedledum You can drink all of my whisky baby And I'll drink all of your rum We might be bad for each other But man it's oh so good We lean on one another In this run down neighbourhood Maybe we're both a little messed up But that's just understood We get messed up together In this rundown neighbourhood I'd give you my last dollar If you give me your last dime We ain't got much so nothing to do But we sure got plenty of time You can have the shirt right off my back I'll walk around in your shoes I don't need no high class friends With no class friends like you We might be bad for each other But man it's oh so good We lean on one another In this run down neighbourhood Maybe we're both a little messed up But that's just understood We get messed up together In this rundown neighbourhood We hit that seven eleven Hang out in the parking lot And feel like we're in heaven With all that we ain't got And they might say we're losers But they don't understand All of them accusers Wish they could be us man We might be bad for each other But man it's oh so good We lean on one another In this run down neighbourhood Maybe we're both a little messed up But that's just understood We get messed up together In this rundown neighbourhood We get messed up together In this run down neighbourhood
Writer(s): Bruce Alan Wallace, Lindi Marie Ortega Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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