Текст песни Keep Your Cotton Pickin Hands off of Our Constitution - Floyd Robinson
Take
your
hand
out
of
my
pocket,
I
ain't
got
nothing
belong
to
you
Take
your
hand
out
of
my
pocket,
I
ain't
got
nothing
belong
to
you
Little
girl
if
you
don't
stop
ravish
me,
I
will
have
to
put
the
police
on
you
I
heard
about
your
reputation,
no
sooner
I
dropped
in
your
town
I
heard
about
your
reputation,
the
minute
I
dropped
in
your
town
You
know
I
caught
your
hand
in
my
pocket
above
the
elbow,
and
the
police
got
to
take
you
down
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