Different Strokes For Different Folks

Definitely kissing a stranger,
Then leave his ass later, You know,
Can't help that I'm attracted to danger, You can't be my savior,
Uh oh.

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Running from the cold up in New England,
I was born to be a fiddler in an old time string band,
My baby plays a guitar, I pick a banjo now,
Oh north country winters keep getting me,
Now I lost my money playing poker,
So I had to up and leave,
But I ain't turning back
To living that old life no more.

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Find me all the posh & proper girls,
Who wouldn’t look at me,
For all the diamonds in the world,
I’ll be the boy they swear that they regret,
But secretly still makes them wet.

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