She Put 900 dollars
On the 5th horse in the sixth race
I think its name was Chips Ahoy
Came in six lengths ahead
We spent the whole next week getting high
At first I thought that she hit
On some tip that she got from some other boy
We were overjoyed

Whoa-oh-oh, whoa –oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh

I got a girl
And she don’t have to work
She can tell which horse
is gonna finish in first
Some nights the pain killers
Make the pain even worse
Came in six lengths ahead
We spent the whole next week getting high
I love this girl but I can’t tell
When she’s having a good time

How’m I supposed to know what you like
If you wont let me touch you
Whoa-oh-oh, whoa –oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh
How’m I supposed to know what you like
If you wont even dance.
Whoa-oh-oh, whoa –oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh
How’m I supposed to know if youre high
If you wont let me touch you
Whoa-oh-oh, whoa –oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh
How’m I supposed to know if youre high
If you wont even dance.
Whoa-oh-oh, whoa –oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh

She’s hard on the heart and she’s soft to the touch
She gets migraine headaches when she does it too much
She always does it too much

How’m I supposed to know what you like
If you wont let me touch you
Whoa-oh-oh, whoa –oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh
How’m I supposed to know what you like
If you wont even dance.
Whoa-oh-oh, whoa –oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh
How’m I supposed to know if youre high
If you wont let me touch you
Whoa-oh-oh, whoa –oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh
How’m I supposed to know if youre high
If you wont even dance.
Whoa-oh-oh, whoa –oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh

And she wont even dance
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