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I got great big blisters

On my bloodshot eyes

From looking at that

Long legged woman up ahead

What she does simply walking

Down the sidewalks of that city

Makes me think about

A stray cat getting fed

She's got a whole lotta

Motion in her soul, I know

But her soul ain't the

Place she lets it show

She got a body

Oh, yeah (oh, yeah)

She got a motion

Oh, yeah (oh, yeah)

Lord, I'm blistered

Oh, yeah (oh, yeah)

She done tore my soul apart

Put big blisters on my heart

What a mighty crazy

Cooking way to go

I got great big blisters

On my fingertips from reaching

In my pocketbook and

Picking out the bills

And I got tiny white blisters

In my throat from trying

To ease my nervous tension

Taking all them patent pills

And ever since she started

Running round from bar to bar

I just can't eat a bite or

Keep my stomach settled down

She got a body

Oh, yeah (oh, yeah)

She got a motion

Oh, yeah (oh, yeah)

She done got me

Oh, yeah (oh, yeah)

She done tore my soul apart

Put big blisters on my heart

What a mighty crazy

Cooking way to go

She got a body

Oh, yeah (oh, yeah)

She got a motion

Oh, yeah (oh, yeah)

Oh, I'm blistered

Oh, yeah (oh, yeah)

Oh, oh, oh, oh...