She lives next door, she?s 50 years old
Her son is my age and her
husband looks like a roach
She?s got wide, big hips, she blocks out the sun Eyes like a radar and the taste of a honey bun She?s not the one who?ll kick you out in the rain She sure is the one who can drive you insane
Mrs. Auretta, Stop ? Stop, Mrs Auretta
Mrs. Auretta, Stop ? Stop, Mrs Auretta
Yes, well, she might be a little sleazy
but, boy, she knows how to Rock ?n? Roll
First time I went over to lend me some bread She asked me if I wanted to come in and have a drink We sat and talked for a long, long time had whiskey and beer and sweet, sweet strawberry wine They suddenly her hand grabbed mine And I can still smell the sound of her thighs
Mrs. Auretta?
One day in November Auretta was dead
Her son went to jail and her husband was declared mad Within five weeks Auretta?s house was sold a family moved in, their daughter only sixteen years old Her looks are raunchy obszene is her mind Auretta, help me, she?s a haunted child
Mrs. Auretta?
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